hands roughly upon him, with a resolution to know who he was, for he felt his hair; and _Octavio_ struggling at the same minute to get from him, they both fell against the dressing-table, and threw down the pistols; in their fall, one of which going off, shot the unfortunate old lover into the head, so that he never spoke word more: at the going off of the pistol, _Sylvia_, who had not minded those _Octavio_ laid on the table, cried out--’Oh my _Octavio_!’ ‘My dearest charmer,’ replied he, ‘I am well----’and feeling on the dead body, which he wondered had no longer motion, he felt blood flowing round it, and sighing cried--’Ah _Sylvia_! I am undone--my uncle--oh my parent----speak, dear sir! what unlucky accident has done this fatal deed?’ _Sylvia_, who was very soft by nature, was extremely surprised, and frightened at the news of a dead man in her chamber, so that she was ready to run mad with the apprehension of it: she raved and tore herself, and expressed her fright in cries and distraction; so that _Octavio_ was compelled from one charitable grief to another. He goes to her and comforts her, and tells, since it is by no design of either of them, their innocence will be their guardian angel. He tells her, all their fault was love, which made him so heedlessly fond of joys with her, he stayed to reap those when he should have secured them by flight. He tells her this is now no place to stay in, and that he would put on her clothes, and fly with her to some secure part of the world; ‘For who,’ said he,’.hat finds this poor unfortunate here, will not charge his death on me, or thee?----Haste then, my dearest maid, haste, haste, and let us fly----’ So dressing her, he led her into _Antonet_’. chamber, while he went to see which way they could get out. So locking the chamber-door where the dead body lay, which by this time was stiff and cold, he locked that also of his uncle’s chamber, and calling the page, they all got themselves ready; and putting two horses in the coach, they unseen and unperceived got themselves all out: the servants having drank hard at their meeting in the country last night, were all too sound asleep to understand any thing of what passed. It being now about the break of day, _Octavio_ was the coachman, and the page riding by the coach-side, while _Sylvia_ and _Antonet_ were in it, they in an hour’s time reached the town, where _Octavio_ packed up all that was carriageable; took his own coach and six horses; left his affairs to the management of a kinsman, that dwelt with him, took bills to the value of two thousand pounds, and immediately left the town, after receiving some letters that came last night by the post, one of which was from _Philander_; and indeed, this new grief upon _Octavio_’. soul, made him the most dejected and melancholy man in the world, insomuch that he, who never wept for any thing but for love, was often found with tears rolling down his cheeks, at the remembrance of an accident so deplorable, and