The Princess of Savoy had now the mortification of seeing a public testimony of her worth denied to her; and, in an almost total exclusion from society, she wept, / in solitude; over her misfortunes. Reared by her indulgent and valuable mother in the lap of splendor and elegance, every acquired accomplishment was her's that could add dignity to the princess and ornament to the woman. Having beheld continually before her the sweetest and most amiable patterns of conjugal virtue and felicity in her august father and mother, her heart had early panted after domestic happiness. Edward, whom she had seen, and whom she had been long taught to look up to as her future husband, she could not fail of admiring; in whom the most fascinating address was united to all the learning of the age, the polish of the court and a person eminently beautiful. Her heart spoke in his favour, before the welcome embassy of Warwick greeted her ear.

How pregnant, then, were the feelings which assailed her lacerated bosom, when / she found the shafts of unkindness and contempt levelled from the hand of him she most loved, and who still, in spite of all his failings, she could not cease to love! She was well aware that the virtues and faults of princes are swelled and multiplied in their utmost extent, through the false optics of fond partiality, or of envy and disaffection. The self-interested adulator, who thinks his venal praise, when known, will be rewarded, magnifies the great man's virtues; while disappointed ambition, and rebellious faction, ascribe even to the good deeds of royalty a vicious and selfish motive.