Ia Western, or the more modern story of the Sorrows of Werter, her

[Giasson <projected@apta.org>]

Why dost thou talk of Damon? Look on me. Behold this purple coat, and
fine _toupee_. Think on my estate, and think on my title." But at this
moment the oratory of his lordship ceased to be heard. At a small
distance there appeared two persons, the one on foot, and whose air, so
far as it could be perceived by the imperfect light, was genteel, and
the other on horseback, engaged in earnest conference. As the carriage
drew towards them, Delia exclaimed, in a piercing, but pathetic voice,
"Help! help! for God's sake! Rape! Murder! Help!" The voice immediately
caught the young gentleman on foot, who approached the c