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.