Lord Munster made great preparations to celebrate the anniversary of Lady Darnley's wedding-day: on which occasion a number of buildings were added to those already mentioned on the pleasure-grounds--As all the best artificers were on the spot, these were executed in the ablest manner. One temple he finished without the inspection of any one. On the morning of the masquerade, walking out with Sir Harry Bingley, he told him he should be glad to have his opinion of it. In this temple was painted the _cataract_ of the river Dahl, which he had drawn on the spot[41]--the cottage where Miss Harris resided--and herself at work, in the same way in which he saw her, with her lovely boy playing beside her (Miss Harris had permitted Lord Munster to draw her picture, and he had fortunately taken an exact likeness)--Sir Harry Bingley started at beholding it, and exclaimed, 'It is her, it is, by Heaven, it is her! What artist drew the picture? it is, it is herself!'--he then sunk almost motionless in a chair!--Lord Munster carelessly answered--'Bingley, are you mad? That picture _cannot_ concern you; I painted it from life! Where did you see her? Answer but that question, and I am gone, gone that instant; the world should not detain me!' 'It is, it is, my Lord, the lovely woman I told you of. But her graces were yet more charming still than her beauty! an external glare of beauty may _captivate the eye, and ravish the sight_; but it is the graces that win the heart, that powerfully attract every faculty of a kindred mind!--I loved her, and was beloved! She loved my person, not my fortune. Her tenderness, her affection were my only joy!' 'Why then, replied Lord Munster, did you leave her? but make yourself easy on her account; she can be nothing to you; I expect her soon in England.'--'In England!'--'Yes, Sir, in England, I fancy by this time she is married to my friend Ogilby.' 'Lord Ogilby!' 'Yes; he was passionately in love with her: she absolutely refused him; but it is not likely, possessing such beauty, such perfections--slighted by the author of her exclusion from every dear and valuable claim in society, relations, friends, reputation, and protection--that she should continue deaf to the earnest solicitations of _another_, who can restore her to these advantages--such a man as Ogilby, a tender lover, who would sacrifice his time and fortune to her, and who promised he would be _a father to her boy_.'