Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 6, June 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 6, June 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
A murmur of surprise ran through the assembly, Mrs. Medway and Matilda
seemed ready to sink with confusion, Sophy clapped her hands, and Grace,
pale and trembling with surprise and emotion, suffered herself to be led
forward by the old gentleman, who continued,
“I have met with much kindness and attention beneath the roof of my
sister-in-law, in token of which I shall bequeath to my niece, Matilda,
the sum of thirty thousand dollars, when she has the pleasure of playing
the Dead March for me. And to her sister, whose opinions were at least
frankly avowed, I shall leave a similar amount. My ear-cornet and
glasses have served me a trusty part, and I now lay them aside, I hope
forever, trusting that the ladies have profited by the lesson they have
themselves taught me, that appearances are often deceitful, and one need
not be deaf, dumb and blind, though he is a Nabob Uncle.”
Whether Mrs. Medway and her daughters stayed to the splendid supper
prepared, and swallowed their mortification and the delicacies together,
this record sayeth not; but that the beautiful heiress, Grace Addison,
became at once a star of the first magnitude in the fashionable world,
is to be expected; but the bright star ever found her happiness in
enlivening the home of the eccentric but kind old man, who found in his
adopted daughter the delight and solace of his old age.
* * * * *
RAFFAELLE D’URBINO.
BY W. H. WELSH.
’Twas night in Florence!
Pale the eve had come,
And flung o’er Nature’s form a sable shroud.
With step as light as joy the day had gone,
And sunk into his jeweled couch, o’erhung
With crimson canopy and crystal sheen.
The rosy-colored clouds, with emerald fringed,
That veiled the blushing sky, had faded far—
And as the night crept on with noiseless tread,
Bright starry eyes looked on the sleeping Earth,
And smiled that then it was so like their home.
Through latticed bower and tesselated hall,
The zephyr danced with wild and airy wing;
And spirit-songs sighed on the startled air
That blew as fragrant as in Araby!
The night was holy!
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