---- Six tedious years ---- ---- and all for what? ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- No sun, no moon. ---- ---- Murd ---- ---- Adul ---- ---- because I am the wife of Lord Belamour. ---- ---- then tore me from him, and my little Hysterica ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- Cruel Stiletto! ---- ---- He confesses that he put the sleeping babe into a basket ---- ---- sent her to the Baroness de Violenci ---- ---- oaken cross ---- ---- Chalk ---- ---- bruised gooseberry ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- I am poisoned ---- ---- a great pain across my back ---- ---- i ---- j ---- k ---- ---- Oh! ---- Ah! ---- Oh! ---- ---- ---- ---- _Fascinante Peggina Belamour._ This then was the mother of our heroine; and the MS. elucidated, beyond dispute, the mysteries which had hitherto hung over the birth of that unfortunate orphan. We need not add that she fainted, recovered, passed through the pannel, discovered the dungeon of her Theodore; and having asked him how he did, 'Comment vous portez vous?' fell into unsophisticated hysterics. CHAPTER IV Sure such a pair were never seen, So justly formed to meet by nature.--SHERIDAN. A TENDER DIALOGUE.--AN INTERESTING FLIGHT.--A MISCHIEVOUS CLOUD. --OUR HERO HITS UPON A SINGULAR EXPEDIENT.--FAILS.--TAKES A TRIP TO THE METROPOLIS. 'And is this you?' cried the delighted youth, as she revived. 'Indeed, indeed it is,' said she. 'Are you quite, quite sure?' cried he. 'Indeed, indeed I am,' said she. 'Well, how do you do?' cried he. 'Pretty well I thank you,' said she. They then separated, after fixing to meet again. One night, as they were indulging each other in innocent endearments, and filling up each finer pause with lemonade, a sudden thought struck Lord Theodore. 'Let us escape,' said he. 'Let us,' said she. 'Gods, what a thought was there!' They then contrived this ingenious mode of accomplishing their object. In one of the galleries which lay between their chambers, there was a window. Having opened it, they found that they had nothing to do but get out at it. They therefore fled into the neighbouring forest. Happy, happy, happy pair!--DRYDEN. But it is an incontrovertible truism, that _les genres humains_ are liable to disaster; for in consequence of a cloud that obscured the moon, Hysterica fell into a snow-pit. What could Theodore do? To save her was impossible; to perish with her would be suicide. In this emergency, he formed a bold project, and ran two miles for assistance. But alas! on his return, not a trace of her could be found. He was quite _au desespoir_; so, having called her long enough, he called a chaise, and set off for London. CHAPTER V 'Tis she!--POPE. O Vous!--TELEMACHUS. All hail!--MACBETH.