A deep silence succeeded, which continued for several minutes, and then, with a sort of gentle art, he turned the conversation to my residence in Germany, and my poor Louise—for by this time I had told him all—and strove to win me from a subject which he saw agitated me so much, by leading me to one of milder sorrow. But my heart was too full to bear it; my replies were as brief as reverence for him would permit, and thus ended our first day in England.
[To be continued.
MY MOTHER’S SPIRIT.
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BY KNYVETT THORNTON.
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In the deep and solemn midnight,
All the household lost in sleep,
Comes thy holy spirit to me,