CHAPTER CXVIII.

Conclusion.

Our eventful history is nearly ended, and yet we would fain linger by

Ada and her fortunes. We would fain follow still through the various

scenes of life, the child which was brought from the blazing smithy—the

enthusiastic girl, who, in the majesty and might of innocence, defied

Jacob Gray,—the pure beautiful being, who in maturer years denounced

him as a murderer—she who still clung to her first, her only love, and

when the dearest friend that fate had given her, Sir Francis Hartleton

even doubted, still asserted her confidence in his devotion, his

integrity, and his love. We would like to follow her into domestic

life, to see how the budding graces of the girl reached the glorious

meridian of their charms, and how then they mellowed into a graceful

autumn, but already we have been seduced beyond our limits, by our

beautiful Ada and her strangely varied fortunes, and we must leave to

those readers who have gone with us heart and hand thus far, to imagine

for themselves much that we would fain record. Something, however we

cannot refrain from stating, and first and foremost we may say, that

Ada became Mrs. Seyton just one week after the eventful ball at

Learmont’s house, and that the Secretary of State came to the marriage,

and wanted to give the bride away; but Sir Francis Hartleton claimed

the privilege, and reconciled the minister to his disappointment by

assuring him that Ada meant to let him have all the parliamentary

interest connected with her property.

The ladies at the period of Ada’s marriage wore immense state dresses,

which “would stand up of themselves,” and Ada’s, still well preserved,

is considered a kind of heir-loom in the author’s family, who,

by-the-by, may as well state at first as at last, that he is a lineal

descendant of the persecuted girl, and more proud of his ancestress

than if she had been a throned queen.

For the satisfaction of his lady-readers, the author begs to state that

Ada’s wedding-dress was, and is of silver grey satin, on which are

wrought roses in white silk, with here and there so delicate a roseate

tinge, as to give quite an air of reality to the mimic floral

adornment. She wore no ornaments in her hair, but a rare and costly

lace robe, presented to her by Lady Hartleton, was confined to her

forehead by a single diamond, from whence it hung down to the very

ground.

Then Albert Seyton looked extremely well in the uniform of a captain in

the guards, to which rank he had been immediately presented by the

minister; of course not on account of his votes—oh, no. Lady Hartleton,

we find by an old letter before us, was foolish enough to cry at the

marriage, but Ada was quite obdurate, and would not shed a tear, saying

in her quiet way,—

“Why should I weep when I’m happy,” and as nobody knew why, she left

the church with a smile.

We dislike interfering in family affairs, but we must say, that we

would have proposed Ada’s first little one to be called Albert, as it

was a boy, but she would have it named Francis, after the worthy

magistrate, who stood godfather to it. The next was a girl, and that

Albert would have named Ada, and after that came—but our readers may

imagine all that, when we tell them that that Ada was the happy mother

of as happy a family as ever lived.

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Sir Francis Hartleton went himself down to the Old Smithy, and upon

digging carefully among the ruins, a skeleton form was found, which

from the remnants of clothing still adhering to it, was proved to be

Ada’s unhappy father. In the nearest churchyard, the remains were, with

all proper solemnity, consigned to the tomb, but Ada was not informed

of the circumstance for some years after she had been in full enjoyment

of the Learmont estates.

It would appear that Britton had never run the risk of having a written

confession in London with him, but upon a careful search in the smithy,

a bag was found, in which was a knife with the initials of “J.G.” on

the handle, and several letters, likewise odd papers, one of which was

a certificate of the marriage of Ada’s mother at Rome; another proved

clearly that Learmont, who had lived so badly, and died so terribly,

was really illegitimate, so that his claim to the estate was not good

under any circumstances.

Those documents and papers Sir Francis handed to Albert Seyton, and by

him they were, as time and occasion served, shown to Ada.

Dame Totten was diligently sought for by Ada, and finally found in a

wood shed. She said that soon after the fire at the smithy, Learmont

and Britton called at her cottage, and with bitter threats, insisted

upon her bringing the child to Learmont House in the morning, and that

she fearing for its life, fled from her cottage with it, and reached

London, where she subsisted for some time on charity, till a man robbed

her of the child, leaving her insensible from the effects of the blow

he gave her. The aged woman, for she was nearly ninety, shed tears of

joy upon Ada making herself known to her, and need we say, that the

remainder of her life was assisted with every comfort by Ada.

Bond, the butcher was hanged at Tyburn for a highway robbery, attended

with brutal violence, within one year after the death of Britton. As

for the landlord of the Chequers, he lost his licence, and the last

that was heard of him was his selling a liquor called snap, then in

vogue, at Bond’s execution.

Thus, despite all her grievous trials and all her dangers, was Ada the

Betrayed happy, and, in course of time, she thought with chastened

sorrow upon the fate of her father, and learned to regard with patient

resignation as one of the decrees of Heaven, the Murder at the Old

Smithy.

THE AUTHOR TO HIS READERS.

The author of “Ada” and “Jane Brightwall” cannot conclude these

romances without returning his most grateful acknowledgments to his

numerous readers for the signal and most unprecedented favour with

which they have been pleased to regard those productions. “Lloyd’s

Weekly Miscellany” having attained a circulation quite unparalleled in

periodical literature, might have well assured the author of the above

tales, that his best friends, the public, were willing to afford him

the highest, the noblest, and the best stimulus to future

exertion—namely, their applause; but he is in a situation, however

inadequately, to return his personal thanks to some two hundred and

more ladies and gentlemen who have favoured him with private

communications expressive of their approbation.

If anything would move the heart and head to future exertion, it would

be such generous appreciation of what has been already attempted to be

done, and the author can only say that in the tales which he msy have

the honour of laying before his kind patrons, as well as those already

in progress, his constant aim shall be originality, true sentiment, and

poetic justice.

THE HOPE OF ALBERT SEYTON TO ADA THE BETRAYED.

Tis my hope that I may live

To love alone but thee;

’Tis my hope that thou mayest live

My only hope to be.

’Tis my hope, and ever shall it

Thus be hoped by me,

That we may never part again

Till time shall cease to be.

’Tis my hope, as Gray is gone,

Thy miseries are o’er,

And the fear of ever losing thee

Will never happen more.

’Tis my hope, and feel assured,

My hopes are not in vain.

That thou wilt ever be support

To this my hopeful strain.

J.R.

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES.

Edits were made to the original Lloyd's Penny Weekly Miscellany text

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Allan Hackney

May 3, 2015

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