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Ianthe.
Belg ian police , hearing of Mr . Compton ' s state , had not interfered , and when Miss Dalton ancl Colonel Chartley reached the hotel , theyfound Ianthe in despair , like a ghost in paleness and tears , watching the ebbing life of her all unconscious husband . He had been brought back early the morning before , hence the telegram , . nd though conscious for a few hours , in which he had recognized Ianthe , had
remained ever since almost unconscious , speechless , pale , ancl passing away , and so he died . The mourning party , with the sad funeral convoy , left for England ancl landed at Southampton , ancl poor Henry Compton is resting amid his fathers in the old Compton mausoleum . His poor mother ' s bad health gave way , ancl with the exception of a large jointure all the Compton properthas passed to a distant cousin .
y away Nothing could exceed Colonel Chartley and Aunt Mary ' s kindness to the poor widow ! They are still living at The Cottage . Ianthe has never recovered the shock , and sees no one , except the clergyman ancl Colonel Chartley . Thoughstrictly speakingshe was very little to blame ; yet it was quite
, , clear that she had been thoughtless , imprudent , ancl wayward . She moreover refused to listen to the entreaties and warnings of her husband , and had angered him greatly , ancl saddened the last hours of his life . Ancl , therefore , there came to her , as there comes to us all , those sad hours of retrospection , when the dark , or the erring , or the ghastly past comes up before us in haunting memories of a lost happiness which we cannot regain
, unhappy words that we cannot recall , ancl acts for which we cannot atone here . Poor Ianthe ! she will probably never smile again ; but we may well leave her in the care of that kindest of relatives ancl to the good Providence of God . She has been erring , let us feel for her ; she is suffering and penitent , let us forgive her !
Phcebe Walton.*
PHCEBE WALTON . *
I WILL a tale unfold of Masonry—Of ill-found hatred for the Royal Art Changed into love and deepest reverence . A tale it is that claims and will receive The rapt attention of the many friends I see around me—members of a Craft Whose origin is veil'd in mystery .
So say , at least , the learned chroniclers , And they should know . ' Full twenty years have passed Since Willie Walton led his fair young bride Home to his modest farm , a little west Of that great city on the banks of Hudson , Founded of old by Dutch adventurers ,
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Ianthe.
Belg ian police , hearing of Mr . Compton ' s state , had not interfered , and when Miss Dalton ancl Colonel Chartley reached the hotel , theyfound Ianthe in despair , like a ghost in paleness and tears , watching the ebbing life of her all unconscious husband . He had been brought back early the morning before , hence the telegram , . nd though conscious for a few hours , in which he had recognized Ianthe , had
remained ever since almost unconscious , speechless , pale , ancl passing away , and so he died . The mourning party , with the sad funeral convoy , left for England ancl landed at Southampton , ancl poor Henry Compton is resting amid his fathers in the old Compton mausoleum . His poor mother ' s bad health gave way , ancl with the exception of a large jointure all the Compton properthas passed to a distant cousin .
y away Nothing could exceed Colonel Chartley and Aunt Mary ' s kindness to the poor widow ! They are still living at The Cottage . Ianthe has never recovered the shock , and sees no one , except the clergyman ancl Colonel Chartley . Thoughstrictly speakingshe was very little to blame ; yet it was quite
, , clear that she had been thoughtless , imprudent , ancl wayward . She moreover refused to listen to the entreaties and warnings of her husband , and had angered him greatly , ancl saddened the last hours of his life . Ancl , therefore , there came to her , as there comes to us all , those sad hours of retrospection , when the dark , or the erring , or the ghastly past comes up before us in haunting memories of a lost happiness which we cannot regain
, unhappy words that we cannot recall , ancl acts for which we cannot atone here . Poor Ianthe ! she will probably never smile again ; but we may well leave her in the care of that kindest of relatives ancl to the good Providence of God . She has been erring , let us feel for her ; she is suffering and penitent , let us forgive her !
Phcebe Walton.*
PHCEBE WALTON . *
I WILL a tale unfold of Masonry—Of ill-found hatred for the Royal Art Changed into love and deepest reverence . A tale it is that claims and will receive The rapt attention of the many friends I see around me—members of a Craft Whose origin is veil'd in mystery .
So say , at least , the learned chroniclers , And they should know . ' Full twenty years have passed Since Willie Walton led his fair young bride Home to his modest farm , a little west Of that great city on the banks of Hudson , Founded of old by Dutch adventurers ,