With soothing words thou didst my cares beguile, Taught me the page of learning to explore, Banish'd despondence with a gentle smile,-- Then left me solitary, sad, and poor. Would'st thou return, and to my pray'r incline, Methinks a dungeon's gloom would be divine! If I no more thy beauties must behold, Death soon will free me from this painful smart; If a proud rival win thee by his gold, Soon will despair and anguish break my heart. But, though all cares, all sorrows should be mine, Heaven shower its brightest gifts on Roseline! - - - - - - SONNET THE THIRD No more for liberty I pine, No more for freedom crave; My heart, dear Roseline, is thine,-- Thy fond, thy faithful slave. First taught by thee I own'd love's pow'r, And yielded to my chain; Sigh through each sad and cheerless hour, Yet bless the pleasing pain. Sweet Roseline, my heart is thine, It beats alone for thee; In pity to my vows incline, Or set the captive free. Like a poor bird, in his lone cage, I pine and flutter round, Sullen and sad, in fruitless rage, Yet still in fetters bound. CHAP. VIII. Thus stood matters at the castle, when Sir Philip de Morney returned, accompanied by his friend, Baron Fitzosbourne, who was highly gratified by the cordial and respectful reception he met with. Every one vying with each other in their endeavours to amuse him, he assumed the most conciliating manners, appeared pleased and good humoured, paid the most flattering attention to the young ladies, and bestowed the warmest encomiums on their beauty and accomplishments; at the same time admiring, or pretending to admire, the maturer graces of the mother, who had given to the world a race of women fairer than the first daughters of creation, and, to render the gift complete, had stored their minds with a fund of knowledge that could put philosophy to the blush at its own ignorance. Sir Philip assiduously courted the Baron, seemed to watch his looks, and to make it his whole study to oblige him,--thought as he thought, and, whatever he recommended, was sure to approve. Lady de Morney, seeing her husband so anxious to please, followed his example, not doubting but he had good and sufficient reasons for what he did. She requested her children strictly to observe the same conduct, with which request they all at first readily complied, and exerted themselves to entertain their noble guest. Edwin was honoured with particular marks of his favour and approbation: he promised his best interest to obtain him promotion in the army, when he found that was the profession for which he was designed.