The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb

of fourteen, when he first became acquainted with her-it was so

, which she had been filling from a neighbouring well-the pi

ught it a sin, that a delicate young maid, like

y his first fire was kindled-his young mind seemed to have found an object, and his enthusiasm w

her admire the scenes he admired-fancy the wild flowers he fancied-watch the clouds he wa

mund fetch Mr. Clare a glass of her currant wine, a bowl of new milk, or some cheap da

at that age, grew fond of each other-m

uld sit,

n each other

l'd; yet somethi

ll-and yet they

ir disease, they

th

garden of th

t their c

ned, which in some sort altered

tale of "Julia de Roubigné"-a boo

hand thrown round her neck, and a finger of the ot

ve smiled upon him through my tears; tears, not of anguish, but of tenderness;-our children were playing around us, unconscious of misfortune; we had taught them to be humble, an

sensation, that Allan was noticing her-yet she durst not lift her ey

his colour came and went-his feeling became impetuous-and, fl

thed and frightened, all in a momen

ime the girl grew timid and reserved-distant in her manner, and careful of her behaviour, in Allan's presenc

nt-his bosom felt a throb it had till now not known, in the society of Rosamund-and, if he was less familiar with he

n in reality and observation, which true lovers have ever imputed to the object of their affection

parents, who were rather wealthy, early in life; and was lef

t, while he loved her as his own familiar friend. He told all the little secrets of his heart to her-but there

ndaughter. She had several times met them, when she had been walking with her brother-a civility usu

I shall not stay to enquire) had hitherto kept him back-still the secret, unrevealed, hung upon his conscience l

usiasm were discernible in Allan's-his eyes were of a darker blue than Rosamund's-his hair was of a chesnut colour-his cheeks

eve, was something of a physiognomist, and thought she could trace in the countenanc

knowing her brother's favorite more intimately-an o

lowers to Rosamund, his sister had observed him more than usually busy

arm, enquired, with a questioning smile-"What are you

his heart seemed relieved of a bu

dsome friend-will you introduce me, Allan? I thin

at a good creature she is-and old blind

re peaches, but hastily cropping a few roses to fling into his basket, went away with it