Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 4, April 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 4, April 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“He made love to me four years ago, and I was compelled to reject him.”
“I know it, Miss Laverty. He told me you were without a heart, and
therefore I have been under no restraint in our little innocent
flirtations, as no life-chord can be cracked.”
“Henry Stanton is a friend of yours, then?”
“Yes, Miss—almost a brother. I shall marry his sister Kate, next May.”
“You, Mr. Pennant!”
“Yes—she came, saw and conquered, the past fall, as I returned from my
last cruise. A sweet girl she is, Miss Laverty.”
“Mr. Pennant, will you step and find my father, and ask him to order the
carriage? I have danced enough, to-night, and will retire.”
Frank withdrew, and Amy sighed again! That night tears wet her pillow.
Tears around the couch of youth, and wealth and beauty! Ah! gold may
purchase the gorgeous bouquet, to adorn the opera box, even in
mid-winter; but all the wealth of India cannot buy one single shoot of
heart’s ease! It is a fairy plant, and blossoms loveliest in the humble
shades of life!
And Amy slept at last; but she slept uneasily, amid confused dreams that
Kate and Henry Stanton were attempting to poison her! About the same
time, Queen Mab was with Frank Pennant, too, and he laughed happily in
his sleep, as he dreamed that Kate was pelting him, in mimic play, with
rose-buds and myrtle leaves, while his dear friend Harry looked on
smilingly. If dreams are an index to our waking thoughts, it needs no
somnosophist to interpret what was passing in the dark chambers of their
thoughts!
CHAPTER III.
Though each young flower had died,
There was the root—strong, living not the less
That all it yielded now was bitterness;
Yet still such love as quits not misery’s side,
Nor drops from guilt its ivy-like embrace,
Nor turns away from death’s, its pale heroic face.
—MRS. HEMANS.
Another four years passed away! The whirlwind which wrecked many a tall
commercial house, and strangled many a long accumulated fortune, had
passed over Philadelphia, carrying dismay, desolation and anguish. The
firm of which Mr. Laverty was the head, bent, but did not break.
Confidence in him was not impaired, for he was an unexceptionable
business man; but it was well known that he had sacrificed more than
half his fortune to secure the remainder.
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