One Year (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ... chapter X. 'adieu donc, belle france.' But think nae ye my heart was sair, When I laid the mould on his yellow hair? Think nae ye my heart was wae, When I turn'd about, away to gae? Lament of the Border Widow. he following day was too full of sharp anguish to be called unreal, and yet Ursule often felt as if she was living in a dream. Paroxysms of violent sorrow were succeeded by hours in which the sorrow was only not violent, because it was stupefied. That which soothed her most effectually was the sight of his face, on which the look of everlasting peace was stamped; and while this was left to her she did not feel utterly lonely. It was on the afternoon of the funeral that Madame feared most for her. She had attended it with a quietness that was unnatural, had seen the coffin descend, heard the pastor's voice proclaim the end of the earthly life, and had walked home, tearless still, and rigid; but when she stood in the midst of their little room, and saw his empty couch, the self-control gave way, and she burst into a passion of tears, more heart-rending than any she had yet gone through. It lasted long enough really to frighten Madame, who, looking round for consolation, caught up Louis' little brown Bible and pushed it into her hands. It seemed to Ursule like a treasure sent from him; she pressed it to her heart, and kissed it vehemently, and afterwards she consented to let Madame undress and lay her, exhausted as she was, upon her bed. The sun streamed in at the open window, and with it came a remembrance of almost the last verse she had read to him, where among the glories of the Heavenly Home it was told how the City had no need of the sun; 'for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.' Then, as she...