On this page
-
Text (1)
-
A DREAM OF NABONASSAB. 167
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
-
-
Transcript
-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
Additionally, when viewing full transcripts, extracted text may not be in the same order as the original document.
E Across The Breezy Channel, Across The ...
danced In at the window , scattering rays of glory round their young " You heads are . nearlwellHarry / ' said Florencepassing her hand
y , , over his brow , "in a day or two we shall be riding over the mountains again . "
" Well , I think we shall , Flo ; I believe Miss Atropus won't use 'her scissors this time . "
" "Who is Miss Atropus for goodness' sake ?" " One of the Fates . Have you forgotten all your classical
knowled " Nonsense ge , Flo , H ?" arry , I remember those old Fates now . But it is There
odd how one does forg'et everything one learns at school . is one lesson however I have never forgotten , because poor dear
old papa laughed at it so . I fancy I see him now , " continued Florence , gazing exactly in the direction where I stood , " pushing
. 'back his spectacles over his bald head , and laughing at Meg as she whined out , ' Nabonassar was the son of Pul , and Higgins was a
• noble Roman . ' " "Higgins ! that ' s our grocer . "
" He was a noble Roman in our school-book , Harry . " "I never heard of him , Flo . You women murder the ancients
_ruthlessl " Ah y never . " mind if we dothey are only heathens . We'll never
teach our , child any such nonsense , , will we , Harry ?" " Our child ! " said Harry with a comical look and a half sigh ,
" wh Flo y was we must laying wait nervousl I think , Flo with , till her we nosegay have one p . " icking the rosy
petals from p their cups , and y stripping leaf and , stem with pitiless fingers . Such a smile though broke over her face , that her
husband started up , and gathered her into his bosom . She leant over himand through the shining curls I saw the crimsoned cheek , and
, I heard the words she whispered in his ear . " Flo , " said the young husband , with his arm still around her ,
" '• you have made me very happy . " Well , and I was very happy too . I , the poor old grandfather ,
who had been _clead and forgotten these many years , I was very happy It is too strange . how much I wanted to wispectacles just then
course but when " said I put Iquit up my e satisfied hand for " them I am , they pe onl my y were my own gone g . host " , Ah and , of I ,
,, , can't expect my spectacles to have a ghost too . " When I looked at the husband and wife again , she was kneeling
by his side singing softly to herself , while his hand rested lovingly on the soft tresses of her silken hair .
The birds without sang clearer and louder , the flowers sent up their odoursthe breeze wafted in with the scent of the May
blos-• soms , the sound , of the dancing waves rippling on the beach ; the _anists on the mountainthe shadows in the valley beckoned with a ,
A Dream Of Nabonassab. 167
A DREAM OF _NABONASSAB . 167
-
-
Citation
-
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1862, page 167, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111862/page/23/
-