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At thy creative voice from ancient night,
A MORNING HYMN.
Or death's own form, mysterious sleep,
See yon refulgent lamp of day,
H , ,
HYMN to PACE.
Betore his arm, around this shapeless earth,
Thy presence bade the unfolding world rejoice,
Lite to my soul, and rapture to my song;
Brings out his little stock and decks his board
To make excuses for his feast prepares ;
Scene between CECILIA BEVERLY. and HINRIETTA BEL
May I know the cause ? Hen. My dear, dear Miss Beverly, I have such a thing to tell you-you would never guess it I don't know how to believe it myself-Mr. Delvill has written to me! be bas indeed! here is the note! (holding out a letter.] Ceo. Indeed! I long to know the contents, pray read ito Hen. [reads it.]
" To Mụss BELPIELD, Mr. Delvill presents his compliments to Miss Belfield, and begs to be permitted to wait on her for a few minutes at any time in the afiernoon she would please to appoint."
Only think! it is me, poor simple me, of all people, that he wants to speak with. But what can he want! My dearest Cécilia tell me what you think he can have to say to me.
C'éc. Indeed it is impossible for me to conjecture.
Hen: If you can't, I ain sure there is no wonder I can't. I have thought of a million things in a minute. It can't be about business---It can't be about my brother. It can't be about my dear Miss Beverly---] suspect-(A servant enters wilb a message:]
Ser: A gencleinan in the parlour desires to speak with Miss Belfeld.
[Servant goes out.] Hen. My dear Miss Beverly, what shall say to ķim? Pray advise me, I am so confused I cau't say a single word.
Cec. I can't advise you, Miss Belfield, for I don't know what he will say to you:
Hen. But I can guess, I can guess! and I shan't know what in the world to answer. I shall behave like a sim. pleton and disgrace myself. [Cecilia leaves ber and Mr. Delvill enters the room.]
Delvill. Good morrow Miss Beifield. I hope I have the pleasuse to see you well to day. Is Miss Beverly at home? I have a message for her from my mother
Hen. [Witb a look of disappointment] yes, sir, she is at home, I will call her.
[goes out] [Cecilia enters. ] - Delu. Good morrow, madam, I have presumed to wait on you, this morning, by permission of my mother. But I am afraid that permission is so late that the inau. ence I hoped from it is past.
Cec. I had no means, Sir, of knowing you came from her. Otherwise I should have received her commands without hesitation.
Delv. I would thank you for the honour you do her, was it less pointedły exclusive. Yet I have no right to reproach you. Let me ask, Madam, could you, after my solemn promise at our last parting, to renounce all future claim upon you, in obediênce to my mother's will, could you think me so dishonorable, as to obtrude myself into your presence, while that promise wasin force?
Cec. I find I have been too hasty. I did indeed beJieve Mrs. Delvill would never authorize such a visit: but as I was much surprised, I hope I may be pardoned for a little doubt.
Delu. There spoke Miss Beverly! the same, the analtered Miss Beverly I hoped to find. Yet is she unaltered ? Am I not too hasty! And is the story I have heard about Belfield a dream? an error a falsehood ?
Cec. If it was not such a quick succession of quarrels would be endless-perplexity, I would be affronted that you can ask Áne such a question.
Delv. Had I thought it a question, I should not have asked it. But never for a moment did I credit it, till the rigour of your repulse alarmed me. But as you are good enough to account for that, I am encouraged to make known the design of my present visit. Yet with confidence I cannot speak? bardly with hope.
Cee. One thing Sir, let me say before you proceed; if your purpose has not the sanetion of Mrs. Delvill, as well as your visit, I would be excused from Wearing it, for I shall most certainly refuse it:
Delo. I would mention nothing without her concurtence, she has given it: and my father has also consent, ed to my present application.".
Cec. (clasping ber bands in joy.) Is it possible !