Chapter 36 XXXVI THE SALLY

The wretch condemn'd with life to part,

Still, still on hope relies,

And every pang that rends the heart,

Bids expectation rise.

Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,

Adorns and cheers the way;

And still, the darker grows the night,

Emits a brighter ray.

GOLDSMITH

Few days had passed ere Louis had received, with a smil