Since I wrote you last, I walked one day in the city. A _black man_,
_well dressed_, fell down in the street: as none was near, I run,
took him in my arms, and carried him into a house of refreshment,
where I immediately procured him assistance. Upon his recovery he
acknowledged his obligations to me, and said, that but for me he must
have died:--and at the end of the lottery of life, our last minutes,
like benefit tickets left in the wheel, rise in their valuation. I
accompanied him home, where I saw his wife; who, though as black as
the collyed night, is as ingenious, sensible, and agreeable a woman as
can be found among the daughters of England. He inquired of her for a
friend; who arriving, to my inexpressible surprise proved to be the
Marquis de Villeroy, but so emaciated that the eye of friendship could
not behold him without shedding tears--he knew me at once, and ran to
my embrace--This, said he to the black gentleman, is Lord Munster, my
friend, the companion of my youth.
After the joy we mutually testified at meeting, I could not help
testifying my surprise at the alteration in his person! My Lord,
replied he, I will acquaint you with the most extraordinary history
that ever occurred to any one. Upon the receipt of your letter, I
made no doubt, in the first impulse of passion, but you had betrayed
me; I suddenly left the army, and travelled day and night until I
took shipping for Rotterdam. On my arrival at that place, I found my
father had left it; and was also informed of the honorable part you
had acted, and that I had falsely flattered myself with the Countess's
affection. I lamented your misfortune and my impatience, as on
reflection I was sensible of the imprudence I had committed in leaving
my post--I was determined, however, not to lie under any imputation
of cowardice--I returned to--waited on the general officer--acquainted
him with the real truth, obtained forgiveness of my fault, which
was afterwards looked upon in a proper light, as I had the good
fortune to distinguish myself soon after in two engagements. Upon
our being ordered into winter-quarters, I obtained leave of absence,
and was resolved if possible to discover to what place my father had
retired; for although my love was hopeless, I flattered myself still
with having it in my power to rescue the Countess de Sons from his
_tyranny_, and restore her _to you_.
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