this had not so entirely removed the scruples of William as to
permit him to think her a worthy companion for Lady Clementina, the
daughter of a poor Scotch earl, whom he had chosen merely that he
might be proud of her family, and, in return, suffer that family to
be ashamed of HIS.

If Henry's wife were not fit company for Lady Clementina, it is to
be hoped that she was company for angels. She died within the first
year of her marriage, a faithful, an affectionate wife, and a
mother.

When William heard of her death, he felt a sudden shock, and a kind
of fleeting thought glanced across his mind, that

"Had he known she had been so near her dissolution, she might have
been introduced to Lady Clementina, and he himself would have called
her sister."

That is (if he had defined his fleeting idea), "They would have had
no objection to have met this poor woman for the LAST TIME, and
would have descended to the familiarity of kindred, in order to have
wished her a good journey to the other world."

Or, is there in death something which so raises the abjectness of
the poor, that, on their approach to its sheltering abode, the
arrogant believer feels the equality he had before denied, and
trembles?