THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 91 
take place on the day week from the 
confinement of Violetta. Kindred and 
connexions were entreated to grace 
the ceremony with their presence. 
All was bustle at the old Hall—there, 
there, was every thing in which the 
heart of man delighteth, but hap¬ 
piness. All obeyed the invitation, 
excepting Lord Lionel. Poor wretch ! 
too well he knew the progress of 
events that was driving him to de¬ 
struction. Despite the vigilance of 
the watchers, he stole into this garden 
in the dead of night, and flung him¬ 
self, in the bitterness of his despair, at 
the foot of that statue of Flora, and 
cooled his burning brow with the dews 
