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110 THE BE CORD OF A VANISHED LIFE.
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XX.—THE RECORD OF A VANISHED LIFE. !
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It is the afternoon of a hotfull summer ...
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110 The Be Cord Of A Vanished Life.
110 THE BE CORD OF A VANISHED LIFE .
Xx.—The Record Of A Vanished Life. !
XX . —THE RECORD OF A VANISHED LIFE . !
It Is The Afternoon Of A Hotfull Summer ...
It is the afternoon of a hotfull summer day . I am sitting in the garden arbourfavouri , te retreatthe westering sun is
slowly declining towards , my his setting . T ; here is a languid and drowsy splendour in the still , rich , hour , like the afternoon sleep
sin Cleopa king tra in soft as the , dusk heavy y shadow eyelids upon droop the w warm hile , blood brown tinges beauty the of \
dreamil conscious t , chee hroug k , h and falling a half sleep smile that circles Antony , the red lips ling , she all knowing .
It is t far abou y in t the a mile country off . to Beh the ind riht niy garden old wh are y ite no farmhouse houses agaze _, ¦
w excep ith dark brown wooden , beams . g Close , round the lonely farm ,, moorland t clus he t bare er rolling and until woods billowy they , swel bu hi t l st , which into ght away hi merge h below cliffs into my round wild garden whose down stretch b ase _,
frets and , thunders the great up sea . g , The times scene since and p I lace first are cam well e to known live in to this me village . How many this ,.
co many ttagehave , I sat in this arbour and g'azed upon , the dear famili If they ar , look scene forward ! The old it is look not back to life : th , bu ey t live beyond much life , in . the And past in .
and and the this shadows ch fli arbour t ildless before , , w f I h t ere he t dream pas and now t , muse the ing I si spectres t t , hroug an old h It of many seems and memory a lonel soli to , me y t rise ar man y that around hour , w I , if h _eless me ave le , 1
lived very , very my long-. At times eyes all . memory grows shadowy and | recollec confused tion , a of sort what of conscious I myself dream once . was I . have It a seems dim , as far if -off | I |
remembered some one that once lived , but who has long been | full dead of . purpose The thoug . They hts of h the ave young time before are , and them shou in ld which be , ac to tiv shap e and e :
glowing thought into clear , noble action . With the old it is | do different Th . are They but have sinking no tim gentl e before downwards them— to no wards action the more realms | to _;
in . which ey human thought and y action ripen into full fruition . I to But work their out life further is lived . They have Th neither eir bolt time is shot nor and space they in which hav | e j
purpose . , bu I do t to now mar , k in ca dream lmly where ing rever it falls ie , . in Hence musing , the meditation old sit often . In , | as a I
young man such idle contemplation would be waste , while to the t hus man , I fancy it is but that a my sad name enjoyment is sometimes of his waning called powers aloud . by Musing voices
that more , have " steal long s gentl been y into silent mine ; ; a eyes hand that " that have can long be since clasped ceased no !
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1864, page 110, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041864/page/38/
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