“I cannot believe it possible,” said Montraville, “that a mind once so pure as Charlotte Temple's, should so suddenly become the mansion4 of vice5. Beware, Belcour,” continued he, “beware if you have dared to behave either unjust or dishonourably to that poor girl, your life shall pay the forfeit:—I will revenge her cause.”
He immediately went into the country, to the house where he had left Charlotte. It was desolate6. After much enquiry he at length found the servant girl who had lived with her. From her he learnt the misery7 Charlotte had endured from the complicated evils of illness, poverty, and a broken heart, and that she had set out on foot for New-York, on a cold winter's evening; but she could inform him no further.
Tortured almost to madness by this shocking account, he returned to the city, but, before he reached it, the evening was drawing to a close. In entering the town he was obliged to pass several little huts, the residence of poor women who supported themselves by washing the cloaths of the officers and soldiers. It was nearly dark: he heard from a neighbouring steeple a solemn toll8 that seemed to say some poor mortal was going to their last mansion: the sound struck on the heart of Montraville, and he involuntarily stopped, when, from one of the houses, he saw the appearance of a funeral. Almost unknowing what he did, he followed at a small distance; and as they let the coffin9 into the grave, he enquired10 of a soldier who stood by, and had just brushed off a tear that did honour to his heart, who it was that was just buried. “An please your honour,” said the man, “'tis a poor girl that was brought from her friends by a cruel man, who left her when she was big with child, and married another.” Montraville stood motionless, and the man proceeded—“I met her myself not a fortnight since one night all wet and cold in the streets; she went to Madam Crayton's, but she would not take her in, and so the poor thing went raving11 mad.” Montraville could bear no more; he struck his hands against his forehead with violence; and exclaiming “poor murdered Charlotte!” ran with precipitation towards the place where they were heaping the earth on her remains. “Hold, hold, one moment,” said he. “Close not the grave of the injured Charlotte Temple till I have taken vengeance12 on her murderer.”
“Rash young man,” said Mr. Temple, “who art thou that thus disturbest the last mournful rites13 of the dead, and rudely breakest in upon the grief of an afflicted14 father.”
“If thou art the father of Charlotte Temple,” said he, gazing at him with mingled15 horror and amazement—“if thou art her father—I am Montraville.” Then falling on his knees, he continued—“Here is my bosom16. I bare it to receive the stroke I merit. Strike—strike now, and save me from the misery of reflexion.”
“Alas!” said Mr. Temple, “if thou wert the seducer17 of my child, thy own reflexions be thy punishment. I wrest18 not the power from the hand of omnipotence19. Look on that little heap of earth, there hast thou buried the only joy of a fond father. Look at it often; and may thy heart feel such true sorrow as shall merit the mercy of heaven.” He turned from him; and Montraville starting up from the ground, where he had thrown himself, and at that instant remembering the perfidy20 of Belcour, flew like lightning to his lodgings21. Belcour was intoxicated22; Montraville impetuous: they fought, and the sword of the latter entered the heart of his adversary23. He fell, and expired almost instantly. Montraville had received a slight wound; and overcome with the agitation24 of his mind and loss of blood, was carried in a state of insensibility to his distracted wife. A dangerous illness and obstinate25 delirium26 ensued, during which he raved27 incessantly28 for Charlotte: but a strong constitution, and the tender assiduities of Julia, in time overcame the disorder29. He recovered; but to the end of his life was subject to severe fits of melancholy30, and while he remained at New-York frequently retired31 to the church-yard, where he would weep over the grave, and regret the untimely fate of the lovely Charlotte Temple.
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