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1835.

TREVELYAN.

CHAPTER I.

Slight withal may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever. It may be a sound,

A tone of music-summer's eve or spring

A flower-the wind-the ocean, which shall wound,
Striking the electric chain by which we're darkly bound.

BYRON.

Ir is needless to attempt any description of Richmond. Every one must be acquainted with that celebrated resort of Sunday cockneys, that long established colony of old maids and widows. Every one has skimmed along the lovely silver Thames which glides below the town, or has wandered in the meadows on its banks, listening to the distant chimes of the Twickenham bells, and watching in pleasing reverie the reflections of the gay pleasure-boats, as they swim past, or rest under the welcome shade of the drooping willows. Every one, in short, has felt the soothing influence of

"That landscape, which to the heart inspires

Vernal delight and joy-able to drive

All sadness but despair."

In one of the houses at the outskirts of the town, situated between the bridge and the meadows, whose little gardens overhang the barge track at the edge of the river, lived in 1798 Miss Trevelyan. She was one of that description of stigmatized persons yclept old maids, mentioned as congregating to the place; that is to say, she was several years above forty, and had apparently no thoughts of changing her state of single bless