unless he also gave it a cast and colour of factitious sagrilege and impiety.

     Oh!  how happy had it been when he arrived at the bank of the river with the illfated fugitive, ere yet he had committed her to what boat of which like the fabled barque of Styx, the exile was eternal.  How happy at that moment so teeming with misery and with shame; if you my Lord had met him, and could have accosted him in the character of that good genius which had abanded him.  How impressively might you have pleaded the cause of the father, of the child, of the mother, and even of the worthless defendant himself.