Mr. Powis enter'd:--the room seem'd to lift up:--I quite rambled when I rose to receive his salute.--Mr. Morgan was giving me the slip.--I look'd at him significantly,--then at Mr. Watson,--as much as to say, Take him out; acquaint him with the sorrowful tidings.--He understood the hint, and immediately they withdrew together. Come, dear Risby, pluck up, said Mr. Powis:--do not you, my friend, be the only low-spirited person amongst us.--I fear Mr. Risby is not well, return'd Lady Powis.--We must not expect to see every one in high spirits, because _we_ are:--_our_ blessings must be consider'd as _very_ singular.--You have not mention'd Fanny to your friends. Indeed, Madam, I have, replied he.--Risby knows, I every minute expect my belov'd daughter.--But tell me, Dick;--tell me, my friend;--all present are myself;--fear not to be candid;--what accident has thrown a cloud of sadness over your once chearful countenance?--Can I assist you?--My advice, my interest, my purse are all your own.--Nay, dear Risby, you must not turn from me.--I did turn, I could hold it no longer.-- Pray Sir, said Mrs. Powis, do speak;--do command us; and she condescended to lay her hand on mine--Lady Powis, Sir James too, both intreated I would suffer them to make me happy.--Dear worthy creatures, how my heart bled! how it still bleeds for them!-- I was attempting some awkward acknowledgment, when Mr. Watson enter'd, led by Mr. Morgan.--I saw he had executed the task, which made me shudder.--Never did the likeness of a being celestial shine more than in the former! He mov'd gently forward,--plac'd himself next Lady Powis;--pale,--trembling,--sinking.--Mr. Morgan retir'd to the window.-- Now,--now,--the dreadful discovery was at a crisis.--Mr. Watson sigh'd.--Lady Powis eyed him with attention; then starting up, cried, Bless me! I hear wheels: suppose, Mr. Watson, it should be Fanny!--and after looking into the lawn resum'd her chair. Pardon me, Lady Powis said. Mr. Watson in a low-voice; why _this_ impatience?--Ah Madam! I could rather wish you to check than encourage _it_. Hold, hold, my worthy friend, return'd Sir James; do you forget four hours since how you stood listening at a gate by the road-side, saying, you could hear, tho' not see? We must vary our hopes and inclinations, reply'd Mr. Watson.--Divine Providence--there stopp'd;--not another word.--He stopp'd;--he groan'd;--and was silent.--Great God! cried Mr. Powis, is my child ill?--Is my child dead? frantickly echoed Mrs. Powis--Heaven forbid! exclaim'd Sir James and his Lady, arising.--Tell us, Mr. Watson;--tell us, Mr. Ruby. When you are compos'd,--return'd the former--Then, our child is dead,--really dead! shriek'd the parents.--No, no, cried Lady Powis, clasping her son and daughter in her arms,--she is, not dead; I am sure she is not dead. Mr. Watson, after many efforts to speak, said in a faultering voice,--Consider we are christians:--let that bless'd name fortify our souls.