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"In a distant part of the grounds, where the forest-trees had not yet
fallen, and where the hand of art had done little more than to clear
away the tangled underbrush, there was a small plot enclosed by a stone
wall, over which wild vines and running mosses had been trained until
the gray stones were almost entirely hidden. The grass in the enclosure
was of the deepest green, and shaded though it was by the overhanging
trees, there had not a faded leaf or a withered branch been suffered to
rest upon it. In the centre was a mound of earth, and over it a slab
of white marble, upon which lay the sculptured image of a woman, young
and of surpassing loveliness. She lay as if in sleep, one rounded arm
thrown over her head, and the other dropping by her side; while from
the half-opened hand a white rose-bud had seemingly just fallen. It was
my mother's burial-place, and I bent my steps thitherward that I might
cast one farewell look upon it, before it passed into the possession of
strangers. A tide of softening recollections swept over me as I stood
by the grave, and falling upon my knees, I poured out my full heart in
prayer.
"'Oh, when the heart is sad--when bitter thoughts
Are crowding thickly up for utterance,
And the poor, common words of courtesy
Are such a bitter mocking--how much
The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!'
I rose from my knees calmer than I had been for many weeks. I was sad,
but not despairing,--and felt again, what in my despondency I had
well-nigh forgotten, that I was in the hands of One who careth for His
children.
"When I returned to the house, I found the vehicle that was to convey
us away waiting at the door. My father was already in his seat, and I
sprang quickly in, not trusting myself to cast another look around me.
He--thanks to his weakness and imbecility--had partaken little of my
dread or agony. Provided his daily wants were supplied, it mattered
little to him where his lot was cast."
"But, Aunt Mary, where was Walter Elmore all this time?"
"I should have told you, my love, that business of vital importance
called him to a distant part of the country a short time previous to
our misfortunes, and there detained him. He was kept apprised by my
letters, however, of all that had befallen us, and hastened to my side
as soon as he returned. He vehemently opposed my pursuance of the
course I had marked out for myself, and with all the eloquence and
earnestness of love, besought me to become his wife at once, and give
him a right to protect and guard me.
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