. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . on the right track? he said, at last. Yes, replied Sidney, I have noted every tree and turn as thesteward told me. I really think, Cormac, you had better come no farther,for here is what they call the Weary Well, and this turn tothe right will bring us to theriver — look — there is thebridge. With me it is a partof duty to see the poor fellow ;he never did for you whathe did for me, They pro-ceeded onwards, however, andat the next turn, before eitherspoke again, they stopped in-voluntarily, for two overhang-ing trees formed a framework
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . on the right track? he said, at last. Yes, replied Sidney, I have noted every tree and turn as thesteward told me. I really think, Cormac, you had better come no farther,for here is what they call the Weary Well, and this turn tothe right will bring us to theriver — look — there is thebridge. With me it is a partof duty to see the poor fellow ;he never did for you whathe did for me, They pro-ceeded onwards, however, andat the next turn, before eitherspoke again, they stopped in-voluntarily, for two overhang-ing trees formed a framework,into which a most exquisitebit of lake and mountain wasset as in a picture-frame. Themost luxuriant foliage dippedinto the water: fold upon foldof trees of various hues, ofwhich they saw but the topmast branches, made the mountain base appeara continuation of gigantic garlands, while towards the summit, one pileof rocks against another stood out against the sky. The youths knewtlie islands underneatli by name, and whispered them to each other ; for. 64 MIDSUMMER EVE: the scene was so still and lovely that they did not dare disturb it by thesound of even low voices. At length they turned away, How can my aunt leave a scene like this, for the pcnt-rip life of acrowded city ? asked Sidney. It is certainly beautiful, r< plied Cormac; but the misery of thepeople is its blip:ht! It would vanish as it does elsewhere, if you were always at home,said Sidney ; but look—here is the tree. Now, Cormac, go no you were to take this fever I should never forgive myself: back,dear Cormac. I will not go back, replied Cormac. If my mother will not doso, it is my duty to protect him. And, despite liis cousins entreaties, hecontinued to walk by his side, until their progress was arrested by thesound of voices in conversation. Hush! exclaimed Sidney, and hiscountenance changed from its usually calm expression to one of tremblingeagerness and joy. Hush ! she is here—she has foun
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