Life of Coimt Rumford. 327 



" While the messenger was still speaking, there came also 

 another, and said: c The Baron send-s you a paper.' It being 

 in English, I cast my eyes on an article bearing the date of New 

 York : l Lost, being killed in a duel, Captain William Green^ 

 one of our most promising and beloved naval officers, barely 

 attaining the age of eighteen. A duel said to be undertaken to 

 vindicate the honor of a beloved sister. The sister is said to 

 have had her mind deranged by grief at the death of her brother.' 

 Knowing that the fond mother of William, after his finishing 

 his studies, put him into the navy, there could be no doubt who 

 this officer was, or of the identity of the sister. I had heard, 

 too, that Elenora, when quite a child, had been pushed on, from 

 ambition, to marry one gentleman while she was particularly 

 attached to another. Relating this attachment was the cause of 

 the duel, as I afterwards learned. 



" I was not, like Job under accumulated afflictions, all hu- 

 mility and submission ; nor, like his wife, with profligate re- 

 monstrances ; but rather listened within myself to the precept 

 of SolomoH, that ' all is vanity and vexation of spirit.' 



" Having given one parable, I shall give another. A gentle- 

 man of my acquaintance, I will say, a friend, having had and 

 lost t o beloved wives, in the height of his grief at last declared 

 he would go and live in the burying-ground with them. Being 

 asked with which of them, he was embarrassed for an answer." 



Miss Sarah adds that she cannot say over which, of 

 her four lost friends including Elenora she grieved 

 the most, but proceeds to describe the sorrows of the 

 day following, which was begun by leave-taking with 

 the Countess. She was wrought almost to madness, 

 and, seated alone on her sofa, her little dog Cora near to 

 her, yielded to such passionate outcries as to lead her 

 maid to summon her father into her room. 



" He came in with his stately military march, and seated 

 himself. I rose from my posture, taking Cora in my arms, and 

 considerably abating in my great grief, or, rather, in the expres- 



