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essary accomplishment at that period, when vehicles of every kind were rare. It was now the latter end of spring; but the season had hitherto been backward, with only a few warm and pleasant days. The present afternoon, however, was a delicious minglin

peep forth from the earth, seeming to form a continued ledge for several miles. A singular contrast to this unfavored tract of country is seen in the narrow but luxuriant, though sometimes swampy, strip of interval, on both sides of the stream, that, as has been noticed, flows down the valley. The light and

d,-"farther than I thought. It will be

t ascending this hill. The prospect from the summit is beautiful, and will be particularly so now, in

stream, peeping forth many times to the daylight, and then shrinking back into the shade. Farther on, it became broad

id Edward, pointing to the space between them and the river. "If it were earlier i

even now abide a rebuke from Mrs. Melmoth, which I have surel

He was descending the hill; but, as his steed seemed to have

ion. "We must do him the good office, Ellen, of stopping his progress, or he will find

his senses?" inq

scholar and a noble fellow; but I fear we shall follow him to his grave erelong. Dr. Melmoth h

llen had a moment's space for observation before he started from the abstraction i

is features were formed with a strength and boldness, of which the paleness, produced by study and confinement, could not deprive them. The expression of his countenance was not a melancholy one: on the contrary, it was proud and high, perhaps tri

tenance was full of the interest he had excited. A deep blush immediately suffused his cheek, proving how well the glow of health would have b

long to-day, Fanshawe,"

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tenance, "I was not, at the moment, aware in which direction my horse's head was turned. I have t

ide in a homeward direction; but Edward perceived that Fanshawe, having

rved. "We have ridden far, and stand in ne

om its clay chimney, they could not have believed it to be inhabited. A considerable tract of land in the vicinity of the cottage had evidently been, at some former period, under cultivation, but was now overrun by bushes and dwarf pines, among which many huge gray rocks, ineradicable by human art, endeavored to

iven them reason to anticipate. Poverty was there, with all its necessary and unnecessary con

owever, was very different. One, evidently the younger, was seated on the farther side of the large hearth, opposite to the door at which the party stood. She had the sallow look of long and wasti

of her eye, they perceived that she was aware of their presence. Her features were pinched and spare, and wore a look of sullen discontent, for which the evident wretchedness of her situation afforded a sufficient reason. This female, notwithstanding her years, and the habitual fretf

he did not attempt to withdraw it. She then perused all his features, with an expression, at first of eager and hopeful anxiety, which faded by degrees into disappointment. Then, turning from him, she gazed into Fanshawe's countenance with the like eagerness, but with the same result.

return to me? Shall I see him before I die?" Ellen knew not what to a

ks of one she will never behold again. The sight of strangers

n of the misery they witnessed; and they felt that mere curiosity would not authorize a longer intrusion. So soon, therefore, as they

e cottage, they approached it, and, using the bark of a birch-tree as a cup, partook of its cool waters. They then pursued their homeward ride with such diligence, that, just as the sun was setting, they came in sight of the humb

en to him like those fabled volumes of Magic, from which the reader could not turn away his eye till death were the consequence of his studi

where was the happiness of superior knowledge. He had climbed but a few steps of a ladder that reached to infinity: he had thrown away his life in discovering, that, after a thousand such lives, he should still know comparatively nothing. He even looked forward with dread-though once the t

y deceived himself. If his inmost heart could have been laid open, there would have been discovered that dream of undying fame, which, dream as it is, is more powerful

he glance of a gentle eye, had wrought a change upon him; and in his ardent mind a few hours had done the work of many. Almost in spite of himself, the new sensation was inexpressibly delightful. The