Mary Seaham: A Novel. Volume 3 of 3

"Arthur, this can scarcely be possible," Mary exclaimed with almost trembling solicitude, when alone with her brother, he informed her of the proposal Mr. Wynne had made--and he...

Thou, my once loved, valued friend! By Heavens thou liest; the man so called my friend Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant: Noble in mind, and in his person lovely...

Thou hast not rebuked, nor reproached me, But sadly and silently wept, And each wound that to try thee I sent thee, Thou took'st to thy heart to be kept.

Un Dieu descend toujours pour dénouer le drame, Toujours la Providence y veille et nous proclame Cette justice occulte et ce divin ressort, Qui fait jouer le temps et gouverne l...

Ah, Zelica! there was a time, when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every look of his; When but to see him, hear him breathe the air In which he dwelt was thy soul's fondest pray...

Oh! it is darkness to lose love, however We little prized the fond heart--fond no more! The bird, dark-winged on earth, looks white in air! Unrecognised are angels till they soa...

The servant had either not understood, or had neglected the orders of Eugene Trevor. Her own faithful attendant had not accompanied Mary, and Miss Elliott's maid, who waited upo...

A pale girl sat alone in one of the apartments of an hotel in Brook Street, listening long and anxiously to the coming sounds of the carriage-wheels, as they whirled along in th...

An early morning in Italy! Who that from experience has not enjoyed--can realise the conception, much less describe, the luxurious delight of the first hours of a summer morning...

My gentle lad, what is't you read Romance or fairy fable? Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable? The young boy gave an upward glare: "It is the death of Abel!"

Mary Seaham's letter reached Montrevor the day after Mabel Marryott's funeral. Eugene Trevor tore it open eagerly, turned ashy pale as he perused it, then, thrusting it into his...

It was a beautiful evening of that next summer year, and a large family-party was assembled at Glan Pennant, now again inhabited by its rightful owner, Arthur Seaham: the handso...

As they, who to their couch at night Would win repose, first quench the light, So must the hopes that keep this breast Awake, be quenched, ere it can rest.

It was the eve of the opening assize day, and even in the quiet little town of ---- might be observed that aspect of bustle and excitement generally prevailing on such occasions.

Suddenly rose from the South a light, as in autumn the blood red Moon climbs the crystal walls of Heaven, and o'er the horizon, Titan-like, stretches its hundred hands upon moun...

The time shall come, nor long remote, when thou Shall feel far more than thou inflictest now; Feel for thy vile self-loving self in vain, And turn thee howling in unpitied pain.

Mr. de Burgh was in the north of England when he received news of the destruction of Montrevor, by means both of the public papers and a few hurried lines from his wife.

For thee I panted, thee I prized, For thee I gladly sacrificed Whate'er I loved before; And shall I see thee start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-- Farewell! we mee...

Arthur Seaham stood at the hall door two days after, looking out for the carriage which was to convey himself and sister from Silverton, some delay having been occasioned by the...

I knew that in thy bosom dwelt A silent grief, a hidden fear, A sting which could be only felt By spirits to their God most dear, Which yet thou felt'st from year to year, Unsof...

Tell us, maiden, hast thou found him Thus delicious, thus divine? Doth such witchery breathe around him? Is his spirit so benign? Doth he shed o'er heart and brain More of pleas...