The Repository of arts, literature, commerce, manufactures, fashions and politics . the Gothic gate,The hermits sad and silent cell, Warn thee of thy approaching fate—Oh! fear to die, not living well! On a tablet surmounted with across, in the depths of the cell, lighteddimly through a small portion ofstained glass, are the following lines : The evning sun was burning red,The twilight veil spread slowly,While the hermit near the wood,Where long a little cross had stood,Was singing vespers holy. Then slowly he turned his head,And watchd the narrow wicket, And shudderd while the wintry blast, In
The Repository of arts, literature, commerce, manufactures, fashions and politics . the Gothic gate,The hermits sad and silent cell, Warn thee of thy approaching fate—Oh! fear to die, not living well! On a tablet surmounted with across, in the depths of the cell, lighteddimly through a small portion ofstained glass, are the following lines : The evning sun was burning red,The twilight veil spread slowly,While the hermit near the wood,Where long a little cross had stood,Was singing vespers holy. Then slowly he turned his head,And watchd the narrow wicket, And shudderd while the wintry blast, In shrilly cadence, swiftly pastAlong the neighbouring thicket. From the Hermitage, the walksextend to the flower-garden, aviaries,and fish-pond, to the Front of theHouse, shewn in our Second Viewof this interesting place. There is apleasing novelty and snugness aboutthis front. The garden and lawn, withtheir flowers and stately firs, formalmost a part of the dwelling, so in-timately are they connected by theverandahs and arched treillage, whichextend to the principal 65 THE CONFESSIONS OF A V. Behold me in a new world, land-ed in Baltimore, and an inmate of anAmerican hotel. It was on the 26thof August that we arrived thus faron our destination, and Mrs. Fitz-herbert having dispatched letters toMr. Mortimer, who resided at Alex-andria, I agreed to remain with hertill he arrived. This, in fact, wassettled before we landed; for fiveweeks sojourning together withinthe cribbd confine of a ships ca-bin had made us better friends, thanperhaps five years intercourse wouldhave done on shore. The remainderof our companions were scatteredabout in different directions. TheScotchman could na think of beingat an hotel when his mothers thirdcousin, Johnny MAlister, honestmon, would be right glad to see him;so off posted Randall MPherson tohis cousins, to see whether the thriftyScot would gie him houseroom fora day or twa, till he had finished thebusiness he was anent.
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