Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . ity ofthat, which possessed to them infinitely more attrac-tions, in the Valley of St. Clare. FINIS. DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER FOR PLACING THE PLATES. Frontispiece to face the vignette title. Reginald became the object of their care .... to face page 30 The interview was repeated, &c 47 Marian, with a beating heart, &c 48 Portrait of Herbert Leslie 127 . Emily Moreland 331 She beheld a beautiful boy, &c 631 It was the representation of an Italian festival 692 She leaned from the balcony, &c 710 C. Bayne», Printer,Dnl(»*«treet »i*-6elU». S??\
Emily Moreland, or, The maid of the valley . ity ofthat, which possessed to them infinitely more attrac-tions, in the Valley of St. Clare. FINIS. DIRECTIONS TO THE BINDER FOR PLACING THE PLATES. Frontispiece to face the vignette title. Reginald became the object of their care .... to face page 30 The interview was repeated, &c 47 Marian, with a beating heart, &c 48 Portrait of Herbert Leslie 127 . Emily Moreland 331 She beheld a beautiful boy, &c 631 It was the representation of an Italian festival 692 She leaned from the balcony, &c 710 C. Bayne», Printer,Dnl(»*«treet »i*-6elU». S??\o ~\ i^;^ ?^i«:. Puhlished r Tv\-Lalie. EMILY MORELAiND; MAID OF THE VAIiIiBY. BY HANNAH MARIA JONES, itUTHORK-S OF ROSAIINB WOOOBRIDGE, STRANGE113 OF THK GtBN, THE ?;rgnoijlR RIHQjORETN^ CREFN, THE VICTIM OF FASHION, Ac. &C. Ac Jjovr was our pretty cot, our tallest rose Pecpd at tho chamber window. We could heaT, At silent noon, and eve, and early morti. The seas faint niunnur. In the open air Our myrtles tlossomd, and across tlie porch Thick jasmines clusterd. The little landscape rcimd Was green and woody, and refreshd the eye. It was a spot which you might aptly call • The Valley of Seclusion. CoiisarauE- XiONSOM-i Printed by C Bav«ej, Duke Street, »s Ton Fields, FOR GEORGE VIRTUE, IVY LANE, PATERNOSTER FOW BATH-STREET BRISTOL; AND ST. VINCENT 8TKEET, LJyElPUOr. EMILY MORELAND CHAPTER I. And as she reachd her fathers door,SJie stood, as she would stir no more I• 4f « • • » * Then sunk, and on his threshold cried,Oil, lay me in my grave ! I Ji E deep solemn tones of the ne
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