The gaudy colouring with which she veiled her unhappiness afforded as little real comfort as the gay uniform of the soldier when it is drawn over his mortal wound.
It was soon plain that what crumbs of reason the Bear had not devoured were to be picked up by the Hen; but the confusion which appeared to prevail favoured Edward’s resolution to evade the gaily circling glass. The others began to talk thick and at once, each performing his own part in the conversation without the least respect to his neighbour.
Age has no pleasures, wrinkles have no influence, revenge itself dies away in impotent curses. Then comes remorse, with all its vipers, mixed with vain regrets for the past, and despair for the future! – Then, when all other strong impulses have ceased, we become like the fiends in hell, who may feel remorse, but never repentance. – But thy.
There is more sense in your language, Bucklaw,” replied the Master, “than might have been expected from your conduct – it is too true, our vices steal upon us in forms outwardly fair as those of the demons whom the superstitious represent as intriguing with the human race, and are not discovered in their native hideousness until we have clasped them in our arms.
Lucy Ashton, in short, was involved in those mazes of the imagination which are most dangerous to the young and the sensitive. Time, it is true, absence, change of place and of face, might probably have destroyed the illusion in her instance as it has done in many others.
A moment of peril is often also a moment of open-hearted kindness and affection. We are thrown off our guard by the general agitation of our feelings, and betray the intensity of those which, at more tranquil periods, our prudence at least conceals, if it cannot altogether suppress them.
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.
I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away; I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay. MALLET.
Sir Everard had never been himself a student, and, like his sister Miss Rachael Waverley, held the vulgar doctrine, that idleness is incompatible with reading of any kind, and that the mere tracing the alphabetical characters with the eye, is in itself a useful and meritorious task, without scrupulously considering what ideas or doctrines they may happen to convey. With.
Godfrey Bertram of Ellangowan succeeded to a long pedigree and a short rent-roll, like many lairds of that period.
Great God! hast Thou given men Thine own image that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!
It is ill arguing against anything from its misuse.
There are few more melancholy sensations than those with which we regard scenes of past pleasure when altered and deserted.
I HAVE already hinted that the dainty, squeamish, and fastidious taste acquired by a surfeit of idle reading, had not only rendered our hero unfit for serious and sober study, but had even disgusted him in some degree with that in which he had hitherto indulged. He.
The gay world has been kept in hot water lately by the impudent publication of the celebrated Harriet Wilson, – – from earliest possibility, I suppose, who lived with half the gay world at hack and manger, and now obliges such as will not pay hushmoney with a history of whatever she.
It is by giving fair names to foul actions that those who would start at real vice are led to practise its lessons, under the disguise of virtue.
Colonel Talbot? he is a very disagreeable person, to be sure. He looks as if he thought no Scottish woman worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea.
Chapter XX Happy’s the wooing That’s not long a-doing.
The White Lady replied, – “Do not ask me; On doubts like these thou canst not task me. We only see the passing show Of human passions’ ebb and flow; And view the pageant’s idle glance As mortals eye the northern dance, When thousand streamers, flashing bright, Career it o’er the brow of night. And gazers mark their changeful gleams, But feel no influence from their beams.
All however agreed, that the spot was fatal to the Ravenswood family; and to drink of the waters of the well or even approach its brink, was ominous to a descendant of that house, as for a Grahame to wear green, a Bruce to kill a spider, or a St. Clair to cross the Ord on a Monday.