Category: Novels
The grey dawn was slowly and faintly breaking, with the calm, dull light of a winter's morning. The stormy wind had sunk to rest, the fire, no longer fanned by its heavy gusts, had nearly abated, and what more was required to extinguish it, was afforded by the arrival of the f...
The next morning was the beginning of one of those early and fleeting days of spring, which are so gladly welcomed at the close of a long winter. The rising sun smiled mildly an...
15. CHAPTER XV.On entering the house, tea and coffee waited them in the dining-room on the right hand, and, after an opportunity of taking this refreshment, they next ascended the staircase, w...
12. CHAPTER XII.Oft in life's stillest shade reclining, In desolation, unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find, A mirror in an answering mind. Meek souls there are who little dream, Their d...
9. CHAPTER VIII.What sadder sight can angels view, Than self deceiving tears, Pour'd idly over some dark page, Of earlier life, though pride or rage, The record of to-day engage, A woe for futu...
14. CHAPTER XIV.Mrs. Villars returned from the ball full of triumphant feelings. Never, since her first appearance at the rooms, had Caroline appeared to such advantage. Hargrave, who seldom di...
13. CHAPTER XIII.The hope of fame may in his heart have place, But he has dread and horror of disgrace, Nor has he that confiding easy way, That might his learning and himself display; But to hi...
1. CHAPTER I.The grey dawn was slowly and faintly breaking, with the calm, dull light of a winter's morning. The stormy wind had sunk to rest, the fire, no longer fanned by its heavy gusts,...
5. CHAPTER V.The Monday appointed for the fancy ball arrived, and still nothing had been heard of Hargrave. Mrs. Villars fretted, and Caroline assumed a haughty and sulky indifference. Durin...
10. CHAPTER IX.All have their tasks and trials; thine are hard, But short the time, and glorious the reward, Thy patient spirit to thy duties give, Regard the dead, but to the living live.
7. CHAPTER VII.The next morning Lucy was down stairs by eight o'clock, appearing scarcely to feel any fatigue from the gaieties of the last evening. The servants, taking advantage of their mis...
11. CHAPTER XI.With many different feelings, Mrs. Villars' return, with her niece, was expected in Bath, by her family--jealousy is, indeed, "strong as death," and uncertain and wayward in its...
3. CHAPTER III.Oh, there are griefs for nature too intense, Whose first rude shock but stupifies the soul; Nor hath the fragile, and o'er labour'd sense, Strength e'en to _feel_ at once their...
4. CHAPTER IV.On the Saturday evening of the week which had been so eventful at Aston, the Villars family were assembled in their showily furnished drawing-room, in Sydney Place, Bath, each e...
8. CHAPTER VII.It was nearly eleven o'clock before the family assembled to breakfast, and Mr. Villars had already retired to his study, leaving the morning-room to its listless occupants. Mari...
2. CHAPTER II.Life is before ye--from the fated road Ye cannot turn; then take ye up your load, Not yours to tread, or leave the unknown way, Ye must go o'er it, meet ye what ye may; Gird up...
17. CHAPTER XVII.Mabel offered no consolation, for there is a dignity in grief which calls for something like respect; she, therefore, busied herself in getting the chamber restored to something...
6. CHAPTER VI.Colonel Hargrave was a little past the age when hearts are easily won--and the ready courtesy with which he had performed his part of the evening _tête-à-tête_, might have shown...