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ttetttStettfce , tir th * nefct cropping bf the dewy grans by tta $ eftttte ifcttie rtieadoMrs . The UghtB began to twinkle in the farm-hotter , arid th ^ Stars ^ aitie out one by one as heralds to a countless multitude , George wafe at the garden gate on the watch for them ; toe closed it after them with a satisfactory twirl of the key which sitid—There ., I have you safe home at last , in for the night . Tea # as sfron over , and passed , by seeming consent of both father and daughter , in silence . Walter went to the sofa , while Flora stood at the window seeming intent on watching the rising moon , but holding a debate within her own mind . At last it was decided and she turned to the sofa ; kneeling by her father ' s side ahe said , ' Papa , I am going to ask you to tell me something : what were you thinking of in the wood to-day ?—nay , what do you think of very often when you look into the stars and the elouds , and yet do not speak to Flora ? Do tell me !—I tell you
all ; I will do all you wish , I will love you , I do love you more tod more every day , — and when you look sad , and your eyes se € ta to shut me out from you , it makes me think and wonder What it is that makes you so ; dear papa , do tell your little Flora what you were thinking of in the wood to-day ? ' The time , tlte stillness , the peculiar state of Walter ' s feelings were all favourable to the wish ; he half raised himself from the sofa , made her sit
beside- him ^ and with his arm round her , and her head resting on his bosotn , he began ;—but why recapitulate ? He told h # r the history of his life—of his love , of her mother—of her death , of his bitter , bitter agony at her loss , of hfs newly awakened hope in herself , and the joy which filled his heart upon thinking that the precious trust that had been bequeathed him was all that heart eould desire . In silence Flora listened , and in silence went the
time long after the tale was told . The morn shone full into the foom ; there was the ceaseless drip of the fountain ; there was the melancholy breeze wandering amongst the trees in the garden without , but no sound was heard within . Walter was the first to move : You must go to your rest , my love . ' She rose like an Automaton , but it wan instantly to throw herself into her father ' s arms , convulsively to weep out the emotion which had been
cre-Ifcfod within her ; she tried in vain to speak—no words could she Utter ; « he threw herself at his fret , clung to his knees with a filing of self-devotion , while he , fearing the effect of such a state f fttrong sensation , gently disengaged himself from her and bore her in iiih arm * to her own chamber . After soothing her into
comparative quiet , he kissed her tenderly and hade her good night . The moment the door closed , her words found vent ; ' 1 VI y mother , my own beautiful mother , why didat thou leave us ? VVhy was I A 6 t permitted to Bee the * ? Oh let me be like , to thee—O \\ teach 4 lfr # to make my dear father happy I My mother , eanst thou still ttobota me ? Look upon me—love me—1 will be thy child—1 am tfcjr fctalLd—Oh bU »« roe , my mothtr I
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1835, page 522, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2648/page/22/
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