He had met a heart, though a young
one, on which his soul might repose; that dear selected brother of his
affection was saved from the whelming waves; and all his superstitious
dreams of a mysterious doom vanished before this manifestation of
heavenly goodness. His friend, too, the gallant Murray, was spared.
How many subjects had he for unmurmuring gratitude! And with an
unclouded brow and a happy spirit, he yielded to the impulse of the
scene. He smiled; and, with an endearing graciousness, listened to
every fond speaker; while his own ingenuous replies bespoke the
treasures of love which sorrow, in her cruelest aspect, had locked
within his heart.
The complacency with which he regarded every one-the pouring out of his
beneficent spirit, which seemed to embrace all, like his dearest
kindred-turned every eye and heart toward him, as to the source of
every bliss; as to a being who seemed made to love, and be beloved by
every one. Lady mar looked at him, listened to him, with her rapt soul
seated in her eyes. In his presence all was transport.
But when he withdrew for the night, what was then the state of her
feelings! The overflowing of heart he felt for all, she appropriated
solely for herself.
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