y meads in May; If she be not so to me, W

d be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many

She was like a being, not perhaps of a better, but of another world than myself; we had not one thought or opinion in common; we looked upon things with a totally different vision; I was soon convinced that she was of a nature exactly contrary to what was generally believed-she was any thing but the mere mechanical woman of the world. She possessed great sensibility, and even romance of temper, st

is an amusement I was never particularly partial to. I was first disgusted with that species of rational recreation at a battue, where, instead of bagging anything, I was nearly bagged, having been inserted, like wine in an ice pail, in a wet ditch for three hours, during

the mere walking is bad enough, but embarrassing one's arms moreover, with a gun, and one's legs with turnip tops, exposing oneself to t

and off among Sir Lionel Garrett's preserves. I used, instead, to take long walks by myself, and found

hat chamber were wont to open and shut, thin airy voices confabulate therein, and dark shapes hover thereout, long after the fair occupant had, with the rest of the family, retired to repose. But the most unaccountable thing was the fatality which attended me, and seemed to mark me out, nolens volens, for an untimely death. I, who had so carefully kept out of the way of gunpowder as a sportsman, very

d when it was time to leave, I inquired with very considerable emotion, whether there was not an easier