The bride's fate The sequel to "The changed brides"

It was a new experience to the poor, discarded, and deposed young wife to find herself the central object of interest in a family like General Lyon’s, her health and happiness w...

“Here, my dear,” said Anna, calling the young mother’s attention to the contents of the basket, “I have overhauled all my bureaus and boxes in search of these materials; for you...

Were her eyes open? Yes, and her mouth, too; Surprise has this effect to make one dumb, Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips through As wide as if a long speech were to come...

In the sunshine of affection and happiness Drusilla grew beautiful and blooming. She loved her truant Alexander as faithfully as ever, but she loved him in hope and trust, and n...

So General Lyon answered the lawyers’ letters, and in a more satisfactory manner, it is to be presumed, than Drusilla had ever done. His illustrious name and exalted position we...

Little can we tell, who share Our household hearth of love and care; Therefore with grave tenderness, Should we strive to love and bless All who live this little life, Soothing...

A course of days, composing happy weeks, And they as happy months; the day is still So like the last, as all so firm a pledge Of a congenial future, that the wheels Of pleasure...

From that day forth, in peace and joyous bliss, They lived together long, without debate; No private jars, nor spite of enemies, Could shake the safe assurance of their state.—S...

Anna thought not. Her marriage had been so often appointed and so often arrested that she said it would be best taste now to get it over as quietly as possible. She and her betr...

“Close up all the rooms on this floor now. Disturb nothing until morning. I wish everything to be kept very still so that the General may rest and recover from the fatigue of th...

June with its roses, June The gladdest month in the capricious year, With its thick foliage and its sunlight clear, And with a drowsy tune, Of the bright, leaping waters as they...

Newspaper! who has never felt the pleasure that it brings? It always tells us of so many strange and wondrous things. It makes us weep at tales of woe, it fills our hearts with...

One in stories of the past, One in glories still to last, One in speech and one in face, One in honest pride of race, One in faith and hope and grace.—M. F. TURNER.

Britain! America! Mother and child, Be heartily, happily, reconciled. Look to the world around; Stricken by frenzy, with guilt defiled, A storm-tossed ship in the surges wild, S...

“Oh, it is drizzling! I wonder if it is not always drizzling in this whimpering climate,” grumbled Anna, as she met Drusilla in their private parlor very early on the morning of...

“Theirs is the deep lore of the olden time, And in it are fine mysteries of the stars Solved with a cunning wisdom, and strange thoughts, Half prophecy, half poetry, and dreams...

They seemed to those who saw them most, The careless friends of every day, Her smile was still serene and sweet, His courtesy was free and gay; Yet if by one the others name In...

Silence, silence, still, unstirred— Long, unbroken, unexplained; Not one word, one little word Even to show him touched or pained. Silence, silence, all unbroken— Not a sound, a...

We that were friends, yet are not now, We that must daily meet, With ready words and courteous bow, Acquaintance of the street, We must not scorn the holy past, We must remember...

I do not question what thou art, Nor what thy life in great or small; Thou art, I know, what all my heart, Must beat or break for. That is all. —OWEN MEREDITH.

Words of fire and words of scorn I have written—let them go! Words of hate—heart-broken, torn With this strong and sudden woe. All my scorn, she could not doubt, Was but love, t...

Anna returned to the drawing-room to face the difficulty of her duty to keep Drusilla ignorant of the real cause of General Lyon’s and Richard Hammond’s journey to Southampton,...

Ten thousand fears Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms, For which he melts in fondness, eat him up With fervent anguish and consumi...

As Alexander and his party entered the fly that was to take them to the station, they observed the crested coach and liveried servants of Prince Ernest coming around the next co...

“Quick! you come hither, monsieur! Quick! you come hither, Doctor Dietz!” he called hastily to his own surgeon, who with the two seconds and the valet were hurrying to the spot.

With many imprecations on the rashness and folly of young men in general and of his own nephew in particular, the veteran accompanied by Dick, took his seat in the three o’clock...

“A black cloud, that! rising over yonder—we shall have dirty weather to-night,” said the master of the “Flying Foam,” coming to the side of Dick Hammond, as the latter stood lea...

So is a sick bed. A man may have passed through the greatest college in the world and carried off its highest honors; may have traveled over every foot of land and sea; may have...

—“You have an uncle and a cousin, sir,” said the surgeon, finishing Alexander’s sentence, but not in the manner Alexander had first intended—“an uncle and a cousin, sir, who wer...

Pina was right in her surmises as to the manner of little Lenny’s abduction. And he really had been carried off by one of the two men whom she had detected in watching him.

There was at this time a wretched old hag who, summer and winter, rain and shine, sat under the shadow of St. Mary’s le Strand begging—but not audibly, for to have done so would...

Not at all. Neither by nature nor by training was the baby-boy a coward. The child of many generations of heroes had inherited no craven fears; the cherished darling of the hous...

The beldam was the first to awake. She looked at the child and asked if he had slept well, and if he had had anything to eat, and having received satisfactory answers, she set a...

Alexander Lyon arrived in London on the morning train, and in a pouring rain. He was pale and faint from his long illness and his fatiguing journey, but he was sustained by inte...

To Alick there seemed something awful in Everage’s tremendous emotion. He had been a very handsome, fine-looking man, with that natural air of majesty and grace which not even t...