Category: Short Stories
But no—he surely is not dreaming. Another minute makes it clear, A scream, a rush, a burning tear, From Inez’ cheek, dispel the fear That bliss like his is only seeming. Washington Alston.
She followed his advice, and rambled about for a long time, but neither her flowers nor the beauties of nature could fix her attention—her thoughts ran on an absent one; she had...
1. PART XII.But no—he surely is not dreaming. Another minute makes it clear, A scream, a rush, a burning tear, From Inez’ cheek, dispel the fear That bliss like his is only seeming. Washing...
2. CHAPTER I.On a warm afternoon, in the summer of 1843, a solitary horseman might have been seen advancing along a sylvan road not far from the Washington House, in the neighborhood of the...
3. CHAPTER II.Harry was much pleased with the New England people—there seemed some peculiar traits about them, some habits of thought, which denoted the source from which they sprung, and whi...
7. CHAPTER VI.No locomotive that was ever invented could prevent old time from traveling in his own way, and at his own pace; and thus it was that some six months passed away on leaden wings—...
9. CHAPTER VIII.A quiet happiness was now Mary’s—a happiness “which passeth show.” Heaven had blessed her, she believed, beyond her dearest hopes. But, alas! the joys of the heart are more flee...
5. CHAPTER IV.Miss Bryarly was idolized by both her father and uncle, and her education and accomplishments had been their joint care. The indulgence of the latter toward her knew no bounds;...
10. CHAPTER IX.My Dearest Harry,—I have no excuse to offer for my protracted silence, other than I have been so very much engaged. But I know your kind heart will readily forgive my remissness...
4. CHAPTER III.Harry Thatcher was poor, that is, he had only his inborn energies to carry him through the world. When very young he had been seized with poetic inspiration, and had sometimes e...
8. CHAPTER VII.The lovers had promised to write to each other, and as Harry was to commence the correspondence, he did not long delay to fulfill the delightful task; and letters were received...
6. CHAPTER V.What is there more beautiful than the first love of a young heart? every thought is fresh and pure, the poetry of life has not yet been crushed out of the soul—then it is we lov...