The History of Lady Julia Mandeville: In Two Volumes. By the Translator of Lady Catesby's Letters. ...

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T. Armitage, 1775 - 288 pages
 

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Page 271 - Belville, the starting tears — I cannot go on— Look here, ye proud, and be humble! which of you all can vie with her? youth, health, beauty, birth, riches, all that men call good, were hers : all are now of no avail ; virtue alone bids defiance to the grave. Great Heaven! Colonel Mandeville is at the gate; ke knowg not the cup of sorrow which awaiU him ; S3 he cannot yet have received my lord's letter.
Page 6 - As her mind has been adorned, not warped, by education, it is just what her appearance promises ; artless, gentle, timid, soft, sincere, compassionate ; awake to all the finer impressions of tenderness, and melting with pity for every human woe.
Page 47 - No more of this, no more ; for I difdain All pomp when thou art by. Far be the noife Of kings and courts from us, whofe gentle fouls Our kinder ftars have fteer'd another way.
Page 59 - Alas ! your fathers did by other arts Draw those kind ties around their simple hearts, And led in other paths their ductile will ; By succour, faithful counsel, courteous cheer, Won them the ancient manners to revere, To prize their country's peace, and heaven's due rites fulfil.
Page 275 - ... prolonged my walk till evening had, almost unperceived, spread its gloomy horrors round ; till the varied tints of the flowers were lost in the deepening shades of night. Awaking at once from the reverie in which I had been plunged, I found myself at a distance from the house, just entering the little wood so loved by my charming friend ; the...
Page 271 - ... paleness excepted, she looks as if in a tranquil sleep: Belville, she is happy, she is now a saint in heaven. , - — How persuasive is such a preacher ! I gaze on the once matchless form, and all vanity dies within me : who was ever lovely like her ? yet she lies before me a clod of senseless clay. Those eyes, which once gave love to every beholder, are now robbed of their living lustre ; that beauteous bosom is cold as the marble on the silent tomb ; the roses of those cheeks are faded; those...
Page 19 - ... attempted to answer her ; but it was impossible : awed, abashed, humbled before her, I had not courage even to meet her eyes : like the fallen angel in Milton, I felt — " How awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her own shape how lovely." The countess saw and pitied my confusion, and generously relieved me from it by changing the subject : she talked of my father, of his merit, his tenderness for me, and expectations of my conduct ; which she was sure I should never disappoint.
Page 46 - ... bark of trees, the pavement pebbles, the seats moss ; the wild melody of nature our music ; the distant sound of the cascade just breaks on the ear, which, joined by the chant of the birds, the cooing of the doves, the lowing of the herds, and the gently-breathing western breeze, forms a concert most divinely harmonious. Really this place would be charming, if it was a little more replete with human beings ; but to me the finest landscape is a dreary wild, unless adorned by a few groupes of figures.
Page 195 - ... to conceal the situation of my affairs, to sell my estate, and, before that money was gone, press my great friends to serve me. " I applied to my banker, who undertook to send me a purchaser ; but, before I had completed my design, I received by the post a bank note of five .hundred pounds, the sum I was indebted in town ; with a letter, in a hand unknown to me, representing, in the most delicate manner, the imprudence of my past conduct, the madness of my views, and the certain consequences...
Page 11 - ... haunts of men, with no very high ideas of matrimonial felicity, and an abhorrence of a country life, which nothing but her friendship for Lady Belmont could have one moment suspended.

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