Still my tears were a relief.

Every evening, for a month, I went to that sad spot, and remained there till daybreak admonished me to return to Rainbird's dwelling.

At last, he was seized by the distemper; but though I nursed him, voluntarily exposing myself to infection, and praying to be carried off, I remained untouched.

Poor Rainbird died; and having seen his body thrown into the pit, I set off into Berkshire, and after three days' toilsome travel on foot, reached Ashdown Park.

It was a melancholy pleasure to behold the abode where she I had loved passed her last few days of happiness, and where I had been near her.