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which he felt in the companionship of a few selected friends, our entire sequestration from the rest of the world, all contributed to render this period of his life one of continued enjoyment. I am convinced that the two months we passed there were the happiest which he had ever known: his health even rapidly improved, and he was never beiter than when I last saw him, full of spirits and joy, embark for Leghorn, that he might there welcome Leigh HUNT to Italy. I was to have accompanied him, but illness confined me to my room, and thus put the seal on my misfortune. His vessel boje out of sight with a favourable wind, and I remained awaiting his return by the breakers of that sea which was about to engulph him.
He spent a week at Pisa, employed in kind offices towards his friend, and enjoying with keen delight the renewal of their intercourse. He then embarked with Mr. WILLIAMS, the chosen and beloved sharer of his pleasures and of his fate, to return to us. We waited for them in vain; the sea by its restless moaning seemed to desire to inform us of what we would not learn :but a veil may well be drawn over such misery. The real anguish of these moments transcended all the fictions that the most glowing imagination ever pourtra yed: our seclusion, the savage nature of the inhabitants of the surrounding villages, and our immediate vicinity to the troubled sea, combined to embue with strange horror our days of uncertainty. The truth was at last known,-a truth that made our loved and lovely
Italy appear a tomb, its sky a pall. Every heart echoed
I must add a few words concerning the contents of
the insertion of some of the most imperfect among these;
but I frankly own, that I have been more actuated by
The size of this collection has prevented the inser-
MARY W. SHELLEY.
London , June 1st, 1824.