Conduct of life -- Fiction
"OWLS have, no doubt, their proper place in the social as well as the natural world, but of all birds under the sun—or moon—they are the last that I should have chosen as types of wisdom; unless it be wisdom to prefer darkness to light, and to see, by choice, the night-side of...
"OWLS have, no doubt, their proper place in the social as well as the natural world, but of all birds under the sun—or moon—they are the last that I should have chosen as types...
2. CHAPTER II.When the late easy-tempered, openhanded, good-natured proprietor of Burnesbey Abbey had paid the debt of nature, the character of his successor became a subject of curious conje...
3. CHAPTER III.BRIGHTLY fell the sunshine upon meadow and hedge-row, enamelled with the blossoms of May, as Philomel lightly trod the path through the fields which led to Burnesbey Abbey. Her...
4. CHAPTER IV.BEYOND the ancient gate, through which Philomel emerged from the grounds belonging to the abbey, spread to the left a tract of moorland. On the further side of this were seen th...
5. CHAPTER V.PHILOMEL hailed as a good omen the sight of her uncle's form, with the evening glow upon it, standing in the colonnade, which, of that beautiful old building, had seemed to her...
6. CHAPTER VI.WITH wounded feelings and an embittered spirit, Philomel Lamb trod her homeward path in the twilight, averting her eyes as she passed the picturesque village schoolhouse on the...
7. CHAPTER VII.THE brightest day may close in wind and rain—the joyous hopes which spring from the young heart, like free birds on the wing, be driven back chilled and drooping, like the same...
8. CHAPTER VIII.THE day broke in sunny beauty. At "the breezy call of incense-breathing morn," the merry birds filled the air with their twittering, and the bleat of the lamb was heard from the...
9. CHAPTER IX."WHAT will be my uncle's reply to my note? Will he write? Will he come? He will be a little sorry, I think, for the loss of my poor hair; but a great deal more sorry for the los...
10. CHAPTER X.MOST auspiciously shone the sun on the fête at the Villa of Roses; no weather could be more favourable for an archery-meeting. There was not even a puff of southerly breeze to b...