The Foresters

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William Blackwood, 1825 - 413 páginas

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Página 207 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Página 72 - ... and led through no places of danger, nor are infants of themselves incautious when alone in their pastimes. Lucy went singing into the coppice-woods, and singing she reappeared on the open hill-side. With her small white hand on the rail, she glided along the wooden-bridge, or lightly as the ouzel tripped from stone to stone across the shallow streamlet.
Página 73 - ... wandered off to the braes to play among the flowers, coming back laden with wreaths and garlands. With a bonnet of her own sewing to shade her pretty face from the sun, and across her shoulders a plaid in which she could sit dry during an hour of the heaviest rain beneath the smallest beild, Lucy...
Página 76 - O foolish despair ! what speak I of? For wicked as this world is — ay, desperately wicked — there is not, on all the surface of the wide earth, a hand that would murder our child ! Is it not plain as that sun in heaven that Lucy has been stolen by some wretched gypsy beggar...
Página 74 - God is merciful ; and your daughter, let us trust, is not dead. Let us trust that she yet liveth ; and, without delay, let us go to seek the child." Michael trembled from head to foot, and his voice was gone : he lifted up his eyes to heaven, but it seemed not as if he saw either the moon or the stars. " Run over to Raeshorn, some of you," said Jacob, " and tell what has happened. Do you, Isaac, my good boy, cross over to a' the towns on the Inverlethen-side, and — Oh ! Mr.
Página 72 - With her small white hand on the rail, she glided along the wooden bridge, or, lightly as the ouzel, tripped from stone to stone across the shallow streamlet. The creature would be away for hours, and no fears felt on her account by any one at home — whether she had gone with her basket under her arm to borrow some articles of household use from a neighbour, or merely for her own solitary delight, wandered off to the braes to play among the flowers, coming back laden with wreaths and garlands....
Página 78 - I hear footsteps coming up the brae," said Agnes, who had for some time appeared to be slumbering ; and, in a few moments, the voice of Jacob Mayne was heard at the outer door. It was no time for ceremony, and he advanced into the room where the family had been during all that trying and endless day. Jacob wore a solemn expression of countenance ; and he seemed, from his looks, to bring them no comfort. Michael stood up between him and his wife, and looked into his heart. Something there seemed to...
Página 79 - You are a' prepared for the blessing that awaits you — your bairn is no far aff — and I mysel' — for it was I mysel' that faund her, — will bring her by the han' and restore her to her parents.' Agnes had raised herself up in her bed at these words, but she sunk gently back on her pillow. Aunt Isobel was rooted to her chair, and Michael, as he rose up, felt as if the ground were sinking under his feet. There was a dead silence all around the house for a short space, and then the sound of...
Página 79 - There was a dead silence all round the house for a short space, and then the sound of many joyful voices, which again, by degrees, subsided. The eyes of all then looked, and yet feared to look, towards the door. Jacob Mayne was not as good as his word, for he did not bring Lucy by the hand to restore her to her parents...
Página 74 - Keep up your heart, my dearest son," said Isobel, with a voice all unlike her usual, " keep up your heart, for the blessed bairn is beyond doubt somewhere in the keeping of the great God, yea, without a hair of her head being hurt. A hundred things may have happened her, and death not among the number. — Oh ! no — no — surely not death—- that would indeed be too dreadful a judgment...

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