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this grandeur of scenery is more than beautiful; it is sublime, awful, - my heart swells. I feel as if I were ushered into the presence of my Creator, and ought to sink instantly down upon my knees to worship him."
“My sweet young friend,” exclaimed Mr. Shelton, “I trust you may never have occasion to regret this exquisite susceptibility.”
"Oh Sir! if you did but know how it enhances. all my pleasurable sensations !”
“I doubt it not, but unfortunately it will in the same proportion add poignancy to those of an opposite nature, and as the sources of pain predominate in this our probationary stage of existence, I tremble to think of the trials to which you may be exposed in your progress through life. Far, far be it from me, however, to wish that you should suppress any of the devotional enthusiasm kindled by the glories of the universe. Much rather would I encourage such holy transports. Ay, indeed, this outspread bible of earth, sea, and sky, upon which we are now gazing, is one that all may read, and about
which none can differ, since every leaf exhibits in unchanging and indelible characters, the might, majesty, and mercy of the Creator."
“ I wonder not at your enthusiasm, dearest Edith,” said Agatha; “this noble prospect is affecting even to me who have so often visited the Druid's Seat, as we call this little alcove, from the oaks that overhang it. methinks, must have done much to shake off all the finer instincts of our nature who can look out upon this lovely scene and not find every bitter feeling chastised, and every unholy or immoral thought rebuked within him. For my own part, I never sit here without an instant sensation of increased sympathy both with heaven and earth; for I hold it impossible to love the Creator without loving what He has created, and above all, that which He has formed in his own image.”
Right, my child, right !” exclaimed Mr. Shel
“ the love which makes us consider all our fellow creatures as our brethren, must be the most acceptable homage to the Universal Father,
who treats the whole human race as his children, and most conformable to that benign religion, whose Founder has said, If ye
love one another."
“Oh that all could hear these generous and exalted sentiments !” cried Edith ; " that so they might indignantly shake from them for ever their errors and their groundless prejudices. How is it possible, my noble-minded friends, that
you can have been so much misunderstood by your neighbours ?”
“ Because they have been hasty and unjust,” said Agatha.
“ Rather say, because they have been misled, and have not chosen to know us because we are Catholics,” said the father calmly. men would but seek one another fairly, they would generally find more to esteem than to condemn, and dislikes would often be turned into friendships.”
In such conversation, and in pointing out to each other the various beauties of the view, which Edith contemplated with an undiminish
ed intensity of delight, some time was happily passed, until Agatha, declaring that her domestic avocations could not longer be delayed, proposed that they should return to the house. This was accordingly done ; when Edith, leav. ing her friend to her household duties, betook herself to the lawn, which was separated by a sunk fence from a little grassplot that skirted the high-road. Here we must leave her for the present, that we may accompany the reader to the farm-house of the Chervils, the parents of Hetty. On the morning to which we have now brought our history, Madge Chervil, like a thrifty and industrious housewife, was busy in making some dumplings for the younger branches of her family, when upon looking from the window she suddenly exclaimed
Lockyzee! here be a vine gennelman o' horseback a cooming up to tha door! Shower as a gun he do want to zee our Ned's piece o’ writing, and only ta think what a' mess I be, in ! I must hirn up stairs to wash my hands and put on my clean cap. Here, Meg ! Meg ! take thic
yapron and drive down tha dowst from the clavy, and wipe the best chair, and make th' auld sheep dog hike auver the drashel, and shove away theasamy rames o'tatoes that our slottering Sal ha' left on the vloor, and let thic pot-liquor be drode into tha draffit, and make tha place as cleansome as ye can. I 'on't be long agwon; set out the best chair for the gennelman, I'll be back in a jiffey.” And so saying, away she hurried, looking at her flour-bedaubed hands as she turried them backwards and forwards.
“Hoyty-toyty,” cried Margaret pettishly, “what next, I wonner! One would think I was a common choor-woman. A vine gennelman o' horseback! Zo it be, begummers! and sim to be as handsome a young spark as ever I would wish to zee on a zummer day. What a desperd pity he should vind me in my workyday donnins !” She ran in a prodigious pucker to a piece of broken glass that hung against the wall, and had no sooner caught a glimpse of herself than exclaiming, “ Zookers! I vorgot my hair war in papers; I do look vor all the