. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . READ IT again the stars, listening to her voice,and feel the pressure of that jeweled hand upon your arm? Poor Clarence! it is his first look at Life! With such attendance you draw toward thesound of Niagara; and its distant, vague roar, com-ing through great aisles of gloomy forest, bears upyour spirit, like a childs, into the Highest Presence. The morning after, you are standing with yourparty upon the steps of the hotel. A letter is handedt
. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . READ IT again the stars, listening to her voice,and feel the pressure of that jeweled hand upon your arm? Poor Clarence! it is his first look at Life! With such attendance you draw toward thesound of Niagara; and its distant, vague roar, com-ing through great aisles of gloomy forest, bears upyour spirit, like a childs, into the Highest Presence. The morning after, you are standing with yourparty upon the steps of the hotel. A letter is handedto you. Daltonremarks, in a .% quizzical way, ^S$^ that it showsa ladys singleglance at thisIstter blanches. •yod put your hands in your pockets and look out upon the tossing sea Glimpses of Dream-Life your cheeks. Your heart throbs — throbsharder—throbs tumultuously. You bite yourlip; for there are lookers-on. But it will notdo. You hurry away; you find your chamberand burst into a flood of tears. It is Nellys own fair hand, yet sadlyblotted;—blotted with her tears, and blottedwith yours. It is all over, dear, dear Clarence! shewrites. I can hardly now believe that ourpoor mother is indeed !—It is a terrible a long time you remain with only thatletter and your thought for company. Youpace up and down your chamber; again youseat yourself, aild lean your head upon thetable, enfeebled by the very grief that youcherish still. The whole day passes thus; youexcuse yourself from all companionship; you have not the heart to tell the story ofyour troubles to Dalton—least of all, to Miss Dalton. Ten days after, you arewalking toward the old homestead, with feelings such
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