THE FATALISTS.

A NOVEL.

Printed by J. Darling, Leadenhall-Street, London.

THE

FATALISTS;

OR,

RECORDS OF 1814 AND 1815.

A Novel.

IN FIVE VOLUMES.

BY

MRS. KELLY,

AUTHOR OF THE MATRON OF ERIN, &c.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters, the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity-fools by heavenly compulsion-knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. SHAKESPEARE.

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1821.

THE FATALISTS.

CHAPTER I.

As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back
To that dear isle 'twas leaving.
So loath we part from all we love,

From all the links that bind us;
So turn our hearts, where'er we rove,
To those we've left behind us.

MOORE.

MAJOR Blandford, having had timely intimation of Fanny's removal, returned that night earlier than usual. Geraldine, exhausted by her tears, and faint for want of food (of which she had tasted none since morning), was retired to bed, whither (directed by her maid, who bewailed

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