Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . never absentfrom my thoughts—need I say, Emily, that it wasyourself, who I recollect the picture you speak of, interruptedEmily, blushing and smiling, and recollect, too,how I wearied the dear Signora*s patience by myvagaries, when she was sketching it—but, pray, pro-ceed. You will not be as much surprised as my goodold hostess wa;^ at my sudden change, from listlessnessand apathy, to the most intense curiosity, as I hastilyturned over the rest of the pictures. At length mysuspicions received the most rapturous confirmation—for, in one of the most f
Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . never absentfrom my thoughts—need I say, Emily, that it wasyourself, who I recollect the picture you speak of, interruptedEmily, blushing and smiling, and recollect, too,how I wearied the dear Signora*s patience by myvagaries, when she was sketching it—but, pray, pro-ceed. You will not be as much surprised as my goodold hostess wa;^ at my sudden change, from listlessnessand apathy, to the most intense curiosity, as I hastilyturned over the rest of the pictures. At length mysuspicions received the most rapturous confirmation—for, in one of the most finished and delightful land-scapes, I recognised the well-known ruined cottagein the Valley of St. Clare; and on the margin beheldwritten, in an elegant Italian hand, Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle up the stream of Time I turn my view the fairy haunts of long-lost with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. I wanted not the name of Rosalia Orsini, which,however, was annexed to this quotation from he. 2^ ?^^a,J ayyi^yz^:^nuz^^/i- <i^}^ayn/ MOfiacrv.^tui T tj ir. iiraiA!, Z6 ^^ EMILY MORKLAND. 693 favourite poet, to convince me that the hand of theartist was that also of a friend. * Why did you not tell me, I hastily observed,* who the lady was, to whom I have been so much in-debted, or did she desire you not to mention her name ?Probably, she, like me, is ignorant who it is—but Iwill go to her directly!—and, forgetting my weak-ness, I made an effort to rise. * For goodness sake, Mr. Herbert, exclaimedthe old lady, dont exert yourself in this manner—the lady will, I ?m sure, come to you in a minute;but you have so charged me not to let any strangersintrude upon you, that Tell me at once—is it Signora Orsini herself?I demanded, impatiently. Yes, certainly, that is the ladys name, she re-plied ; but it is such a strange name, that I can neverthink of it but when I hear it, and that is the reason1 have never called he
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