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d to be loved. A shade of melancholy softened her character. She shunned the glare of daylight and of society, and wished to be alone. Like the evening primrose, her heart opened o

ords were often spoken which wounded deeply. And therefore Emma

d grown old, and seen no immediate reward for her virtue, as is usual with weak minds, she despaired of Providence, and regretted she had never been tempted. Whilst this unfortunate personage was lighting the wax tap

nd disappointment? I would love some one;--love him once and forever;--devote myselfto him alone,--live for him,--die for him,-- exist alone in him! But alas! in all this wide world there is none t

blime mystery of Providence goes on in silence, and gives no e

deleine, perceiving that Emma paid no attentio

good Madeleine. Leave

, taking a billet from her bosom, "which I ho

from the hard hand of Madeleine. "Once mor

hen, as quick as thought, a crimson blush gleamed on her cheek, and her hands trembled. Tenderness, pity, love, offended pride, the weakness and dignity of woman, were all mingled in he

to tell me this! O, never,-- never,--never! And yet he is so friendless and alone in this unsympathiz

, in the universal stillness of the hour, seemed almost like the voice of a spirit. It was

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ws of the woods. The large red moon shone, like a ruby, in the horizon's ample ring; and golden threads of light seemed braided together with the rippling current of the river. Tall and spectral stood the white statues on the bridge. The outline of thehills, th

that pillow, from which, but a few months before, she thought she should never rais

from Helen's tears destroyed serpents;--would that from thine might spring up heart's-ease;--some plant, at least, to destroy t

it not again. This, likewise, the Frau Himmelhahn beheld, looking