Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3

It was Mr. Trevor's good pleasure to bestow the church living in his gift upon his second son. On the same principle, we suppose--as it was the fashion, at that period--more we...

The phantom comes and lays upon his lids A spell that murders sleep, and in his ear Whispers a deathless word, and on his brain Breathes a fierce thirst no water will allay-- He...

Then close and closer, clinging to his side, Frank as the child, and tender as the bride, Words, looks, and tears themselves combine the balm, Lull the fierce pang, and steal th...

The shades of evening were closing over Montrevor, and candles had just been lighted in the library, earlier than usual, as it seemed, for the completion of some urgent business...

It created no little consternation amongst the establishment of Montrevor, when it was delicately set about, amongst them, that Mr. Eustace Trevor, that noble, fine, generous-he...

True, earnest sorrows; rooted miseries; .... vexations, ripe and blown, Sure-footed griefs; solid calamities; Plain demonstrations, evident and clear, Touching their proofs e'en...

Spring was fast advancing. Arthur Seaham had returned some time from Scotland, and had entered as a student of the Temple. The Morgans had arrived in London, yet the cloud seeme...

He did not entertain much hope of finding him at home at that hour, but purposed proceeding there to demand an interview the following day. He was more fortunate than he expected.

It was Eugene's birthday. He had coaxed Marryott to give him a treat of cakes and fruit in the garden summer-house. His brothers were invited, and even his father honoured the p...

Not an eye perhaps amongst that little congregation that was not lifted up, when, in thrilling strains, like the rich deep notes of an organ, the stranger's voice swept through...

The second day after Eugene Trevor's departure, Mary received a letter from him, short, hurried, though affectionate, and mentioning that some troublesome and rather annoying bu...

Fain would I fly the haunts of men; I seek to shun, not hate mankind. My breast requires the sullen glen, Whose gloom may suit a darkened mind. Oh that to me the wings were give...

Me, the still "London" not the restless "Town" (The light plume fluttering o'er Cybele's crown,) Delights;--for there the grave romance hath shed Its hues, and air grows solemn...

The nuptial day was fix'd, the plighting kiss Glowed on my lips; that moment the abyss, Which hid by moss-grown time yet yawned as wide Beneath my feet, divorced me from her sid...

No sooner did old Mr. Majoribanks learn from the rector that he had prevailed upon Mr. Temple to fix his residence amongst them, than he was anxious to pay the stranger every po...

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full...

Thus signed and sealed, a devoted soldier of the church of God, "fearless yet trembling," Eustace Trevor went forth, and proceeded to his home--for home he must always term the...

Farewell; and if a soul where hatred's gall Melts into pardon, that embalmeth all, Can with forgiveness bless thee; from remorse Can pluck the stone which interrupts the course...

Thou too art gone--and so is my delight, And therefore do I weep, and inly bleed, With this last bruise upon a broken reed. Thou too art ended--what is left me now? For I have a...

When the morning arrived, some one came knocking for admittance at the door of the chamber of death. The knock was several times repeated before it gained any answer or attentio...

About a year from this time an uncle of Mrs. Trevor's died, leaving twenty thousand pounds to his niece's second son, Eustace, his god-son; and the persecuted young man thus fou...

Oh, thou dark and gloomy city! Let me turn my eyes from thee; Sorrow, sympathy nor pity, In thy presence seems to be; Darkness like a pall hath bound thee-- Shadow of thy world...

Oh, lie not down, poor mourner, On the cold earth in despair; Why give the grave thy homage? Does the spirit moulder there? Cling to the Cross, thou lone one, For it hath power...

This plan was much more accordant with her state of feeling at this period, than would have been that of accompanying her sister Agnes into Wales, as the latter was so affection...

Feel I not wrath with those who placed me here, Who have debased me in the minds of men, Debarring me the usage of my own, Blighting my life in best of its career, Branding my t...