The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . could acquire, andthat however much we might petition for stamps, he would becompelled—owing partly to the reduced state of his income, coupledwith the great number of existing demands on his purse—to meetour supplications with a flat refusal. At last the secret of the extraordinary change that had takenplace in my guardians conduct oozed out. One day, when her husband had been more than usually bearish,Mrs. Grey endeavoured to comfort me. I then learnt that the sumwhich Lady Darlington was able to afford for my maintenance wasconsiderably less
The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . could acquire, andthat however much we might petition for stamps, he would becompelled—owing partly to the reduced state of his income, coupledwith the great number of existing demands on his purse—to meetour supplications with a flat refusal. At last the secret of the extraordinary change that had takenplace in my guardians conduct oozed out. One day, when her husband had been more than usually bearish,Mrs. Grey endeavoured to comfort me. I then learnt that the sumwhich Lady Darlington was able to afford for my maintenance wasconsiderably less than that which had been allowed in times pastby my uncle. In plain language, Mr. Grey was not satisfied withwhat my aunt gave him; but still, owing to the chronic embarrass-ment of his circumstances, he was scarcely in a position to foregothe small monetary advantage he derived from it. Thus he made aprofit out of me, and regarded me as a dead loss at the same foresaw that my future career would hardly be one of 603 THE MAIDEN AT THE WELL. A face so pure no gaze can vex, Nor more confuse those eves,Than stars which learn from lowly streams Their beauty in the skies. No heart for love, what earth calls love, No hopes, no yearnings vain :No thoughts but come from holy things, Then wander back aeain. A life which is so calm and fair That little is to tell:Her history lies within our hearts— The Maiden at the Well. Rea. TO THE ALPS. Eternal hills, in your sublime abode The soul goes forth untrammelled, and apartFrom little self expands and learns of God. There it forgets awhile the busy martWhere strength, heart, life, are joined with cunning art To common currency; forgets the strifeFor gold, place, power, and fame; the bitter smart Of disappointment, pain, and sorrow rife, Where poor frail nature treads the thorny paths of life. Ye are unsullied by the serpents trail M Of sin and death, with all their weary woes ;And ye do minister within the v
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