This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1811 Excerpt: ...through it with my Algernon, but on my return, I thought, through the rustling air, a noon-tide pestilential vapour flew, and blasted all the fairy scene--spreading around a dire sepulchral gloom. There is one circumstance, however, which made too deep, too indelible an impression on my heart ever to escape my memory. I mean the manner in which I was received by my mother on my return to the Palace. "Almighty God " cried the venerable Duchess, sinking feebly on her knees, and raising her eyes and hands with meekly expressive devotion to Heaven, " Almighty Providence! "thou who never utterly forsakest "those who rely on thee, let the gra."' titude of thy servant become accept"able in thy sight, both for restoring "my daughter to my arms, and for "giving her strength to resist the ca"lamities she has met and has to "meet!" A deep heart-rending groan from me too soon convinced my beloved mother, that I was far, very far from possessing that strength with which she imagined my soul fortified.--Pale, agonized, faint, I strove to raise her fsom her knee. She rose, received me in her arms, and placed me on the sopha by her side; my head she received upon her bosom. 'Mother of my life!' said I; ' Mo'ther! ever intuitively the object 'of my tenderest affections!' continued I, with heart-broken sobs,--' tell 'me, dear Mother, have I lost for 'ever my Algernon? Does he live?--'or is he dead? Speak! if dead, may I perish on thy breast; if living, let me bathe thy bosom with tears of 'happiness and joy r' "He lives! he lives! my child," exclaimed the tenderest of mothers. I looked up to her eyes, I listened with eagerness to hear her further discourse but she was silent, and her eyes, in spite of the ...
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