Joshua Haggard's daughter, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'., Volume 2

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Page 190 - Never indeed was any man more contented with doing his duty in that state of life to which it had pleased God to call him.
Page 207 - Amoret ! as sweet and good As the most delicious food, Which, but tasted, does impart Life and gladness to the heart. Sacharissa's beauty's wine, Which to madness doth incline : Such a liquor as no brain That is mortal can sustain.
Page 231 - ... the door behind her. Werther stretched out his arms after her, but dared not detain her. He lay upon the ground, his head on the sofa, and remained in this position for half an hour, until a sudden noise recalled him to himself. It was the servant, who came to lay the table. He walked up and down the room ; and when he found himself alone again, went to Charlotte's door, and called in a low voice, " Lotte, Lotte ! — only one word — one farewell !" There was no answer. He waited, and knocked,...
Page 247 - ... could see the bright face looking up at her; she could hear the low thrilling voice reading sweet sad verse that seemed to speak straight to her heart — to have been written and meant only for her : she could see and hear the earthly tempter even now, in this hour of penitence and grief.
Page 122 - You can't stop their tongues. If they choose to say that my brother Joshua was led away from his own principles and the first of Corinthians by a pretty face, and that you married him for the sake of a home, there's no law in the land to hinder 'em from having their say.' Thus for the first time in her life Cynthia heard of that invisible and irresponsible tribunal which is always sitting outside our doors ; and was taught to feel that it was not to her Creator and her own conscience alone she had...
Page 238 - Joshua took the book and glanced at it helplessly. He was not able to take a bird's eye view of plot and style, swoop upon a catchword here and there ; and straightway make up his mind that the book was altogether vile, after the manner of certain modern critics. He turned the leaves thoughtfully, saw a story told in a series of letters, much talk of the beauties of nature, a little philosophy, some mention of a country pastor, and children — their innocent gambols in rustic gardens, their affection...
Page 207 - Best, noblest, dearest, you are only too good for me !' cried Oswald, clasping his betrothed to his breast, moved to a rapture of reverence and regard by her generous kindness. ' No, I have never changed to you — no, I could never change in my esteem, my admiration for all that is highest in woman. Do you remember those verses of Waller's, dear : ' Amoret ! as sweet and good As the most delicious food, Which, but tasted, does impart Life and gladness to the heart.' You are my Amoret, dearest. What...
Page 305 - ... seated in the usual formal array round the temperately furnished board. The huge junk of single Gloucester, about the size and shape of one of those granite slabs which bestrew the path of the adventurous tourist who tempts the perils of the Loggan Rock, stood up in the centre of the table like a family idol, round which the family had assembled for evening worship. The brown beer-jug — simulating a portly figure in a three-cornered hat — occupied its accustomed corner. Everything was precisely...
Page 289 - ... garden. The Grange resumed its air of gloom and emptiness, and looked almost as dismal as in the lifetime of the old Squire. So the summer ripened and grew more glorious, bringing no delight of heart to the minister's small household. The colours of the sea took a more vivid lustre from the fullness of the sun, like jewels in an Indian temple shining in the glare of many torches. There came over the land the sultry hush of the days before harvest. Very little doing in those rich fields, where...
Page 309 - Was it Trimmer ?' asked Judith, letting her natural love of the marvellous get the better of common sense. ' No,' answered Naomi ; ' it was nothing but fancy, I daresay. The mists were rising — white clouds of vapour that looked like the shadows of the dead.' 'Let there be no more said upon the subject,' said Joshua sternly. ' It is sinful to dwell upon Such folly. Eat your supper, Naomi, and let there be none of these evening wanderings.

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