This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1871. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIX. The loveliest flowers the closest cling to eartU, And they first feel tho snn; Bo violets blue, So the soft star-like primrose drenched in dew, The happiest of spring's happy fragrant birth, To gentlest touches, Bweetest tones reply; So humbleness, with her low-breathed voice; Can steal o'er man's proud heart, and mn his choice. 'She is ready to see you, ' said Arthur, meeting Theodora, as she came down at nine the next morning after church. Violet's face, white as a lily, was on the pillow, and a little dark downy head was beside her. A sense of being too late, of neglect and disappointment, rushed over Theodora, and made her looks not what the mother expected, as with smiling eyes and feeble voice she said, ' Your niece, dear Theodora.' 'I did not know--' were Theodora's first words, and their dissatisfied sound made Arthur regret his abrupt introduction; though she recovered herself enough to say something of gladness, and of hopes that Violet was comfortable. 'Yes, thank you, quite. I am so thankful I am so glad of everything. Now I hope Arthur will not lose the 12th of August.' Only don't talk now, my sweet one. Come, Theodora, ' as if he only wanted to get her out of the room. 'I have not looked at the baby. What a fine one ' and she was going to take her. 'Oh, please, don't ' said Violet; 'she will begin screaming again ' Then, seeing the cloud return, 'Presently dear aunt, when she wakes. Is not she a beauty?' Arthur, his hand on the door, hurried Theodora again. 'I will come, ' she said, impatiently, 'I will come and sit with you after breakfast, Violet; I only wish I had been called.' 'Indeed, I know how kind you would have been, ' said Violet, holding her hand, and watching to see whether the displeasure was removed: 'but it seemed...