he is killed!

JUDGE.

Who? who?

LUCY.

Frederick!
He's shot himself, and in his mother's room. Oh!

(_Shrieks and faints._)

DR. MARGRAVE.

I'll go and see what can be done.
[_Exit_ MARGRAVE _and the_ OFFICERS.

JUDGE.

Lucy!
She is reviving! Quick, give me the cup.
Here, drink, my love; the water will revive you.
Nay, do not speak; be silent and be calm.
The angels, as they watch this guilty world,
See every day such sights of wretchedness
Think of the angels in that world of joy,
Where Death can never enter. Do not weep.
Ah, yes! you are a mortal and a woman,
And tears of pitying grief for other's woes
Are human offerings Heaven will ne'er reject.
Weep for Belinda's sorrow; weep for her.

_Re-enter_ DR. MARGRAVE.

DR. MARGRAVE.

'Tis over! He has gone to his account.

JUDGE.

Where human judgment never may intrude.
We'll leave him to the One who reads the heart,
And knows its wants, and woes, and weaknesses.
Lord, keep us from temptation!--this should be
The daily prayer of all--with thankfulness
For daily blessings given--and here come mine.

_Enter_ GODFREY, _followed by_ YOUNG BOLTON _and_ ISABELLE.

GODFREY (_to the_ JUDGE).

We bring you the lost pleiad of your heart.

HENRY BOLTON.

My father, Isabelle.

JUDGE.

And yours, my daughter!
(_Embracing her._)
Come to my arms, my long-lamented child;
I welcome thee as one restored from death.
This house and all I've called mine own are yours,
And now shall be restored.

ISABELLE.

Dear father, no
But take me as your own, and let me live
Thus in the warmth and light of this dear home:
I shall be rich, beyond my wildest dreams.
I only wished for wealth to give away
To those I loved, and those who were in need.
And now the world o'erflows with happiness.
I am so rich in friends and hopes, I feel
Half fearful it will prove a fairy tale;
It seems too sweet for earth.

MADAME BELCOUR _rushes in, her hair disheveled, followed by attendants._

MADAME BELCOUR.

He's dead! he's dead! I've murdered him!
He's dead!
My falsehood poisoned him; and so he die