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330 RIGHT OR WRONG.
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Jud " Aunt Wa G S Ing Anne She 1 As Tig ...
like in her life , so tender in her sympathy , had Been drawing * from her own experience the lessons she had inculcated ; and after the
wreck and rending * of her fairest hopes , had taken up her cross , and nature meekl anguish The y depths revived trod of which the of path my I my forgo soul waywardness assi t gned were myself her stirred . as had it by been were that the paroxysm and cause kneeling . of M voiceless y at better her
side , called her ; by caressing names which had , long been foreign to brow my lips again . I and laid again my cheek while fondl I besoug y against _'ht her hers to forg ; I kissed ive me . her pale
" Dear aunt , kind aunt , ! I spoke pettishly , cruelly , but I never thought— I never knew ! He never told me anything : he said he
had always remembered , he always heard of you as you are now , moving * calmly and blessedly amongst all who love and venerate
you " — He never knew gay nothing , yet never of my sad earl . " y historymy child ; do one around
me does , at least but vaguely , and even that , little could hardly have reached his ears . "
" But you will tell me now , aunt ? Have no secrets from me !" 6 " fc It No will , dearest do me , no good : you aunt have it alread will make y guessed me more enoug thoug h . _" htful and
, ; considerate—Iwho have been so selfish ! " and then , Iminbled at the consciousness , of the pain I had inflicted , I hid my face upon her
knees and prayed anew for pardon . " There is nothing" to forgive , my Margaret . I was never angry other timehave
with you , neither at this nor any . You seen me very " Aunt weak , will try you and leave forget me it . " so ? Teach me out of your own past ,
how to resemble , you in the present . " She looked at me hesitatingly , stroked my hair fondly with her
fair white hand , but did not speak for some minutes . become " Margaret a part , " almost she said of at length being , " if it I is break that you a silence may which not fancy has
my , henceforth I speak from hearsay only of life's bitterest trials , nor that I color too brightly the blessings you still possess . Indeed I
have often thought my story , with all its perplexities and struggles , might be profitable to you , though I never should the have circumstance had the
which courage has deliberat just happ ely ened to * unfold it would it ; in and all likelihood but for have gone down
with All me traces to the of her grave recent . " itation had disappeared , and there was ag
the usual expression of holy sweetness in her eyes , such as we see in those Maries Angelico of Fiesole loved to paint , when she
commenced her narrative . a g " irl I must of eig beg hteen in , very the eldest far back of , the many famil , many y , happy years , ago joyous , when , and I free was
from care , entering into all the amusements with which Guernsey
then abounded , when a young Englishman , a cousin of my mother ' s ,
330 Right Or Wrong.
330 RIGHT OR WRONG .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1859, page 330, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071859/page/42/
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