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her feet , completely conquered , and have sued for her love ; he would have told her of his pent-up love for her , have yielded up his whole soul , and she would have been mistress of all his wealth of love . Two worlds' of love would have blended and become one . But on the eve of her triumph had all her glorious vistas of happiness been blighted by the fragile spectre of Miss Phane , ancl her wild earnestness had been more powerful than all her charmsand—Humberton

, had forgotten her I Oh , cruel fate ! Why was she thus unfortunate , unhappy ? Were there not thousands of eli gible young men eager to ask her hand ? Yes , but not of the calibre of Humberton—not to be chosen , like him , above all others ; ancl now she would wed none other . Wh y did she not commit suicide ? It would show Humberton what he had lost , and she was tired of life . But a felo de se was always branded as a coward . No , she would immure herself away

from the world in a nunnery . Love and the world were no longer for her . Perhaps , too , she had acted foolishly ; but , ; there , she would no longer be the victim of her own passions . So she resolved to take the veil without reserve , and she would steal away unknown to anyone , where she could forget and be forgotten , for life was no longer worth living . Poor Violet ! Surely such a course was impetuous weakness , ancl mistrust of self .

Exhausted , she slept in her operatic costume , as she had flung herself down , until late the next morning , though she felt little refreshed for her rest , and her purpose was as determined as ever . To others , she appeared to have sullenly ancl resignedly accepted the facts as they were , but meantime she was making active preparations for a sudden departure . They fondly imagined she had given up her idea of becoming a nun ; but one morning before daybreak a

carriage silentl y drew up a short distance from her home , and in a few minutes she was being rapidly whirled away towards her destination , and she felt like a martyr leaving the vain world ancl its follies . But who was that madman tearing after the carriage thus early ? It could not be Redtaper ! But it seemed like him . It was him ! with his hat lost ancl his coat flying , while his hair seemed tearing from his head . He was

running after the vehicle at break-neck speed , with his teeth clenched ancl his eyes starting from his head , and , straining every nerve to catch up to the now galloping horses . The driver , too , had seen him , and he whipped his cattle into their hi ghest speed , ancl urged them with loud whoops . Still Redtaper , though evidentl y physically distressed , was gaining on the carriage . On , on , the horses spedwhile Redtaper struggled franticalland breathlesslbehindancl

, y y , Violet watched him tremulously through the window . She pitied him in his determined but fruitless devotion , and she could almost have had another feeling for him had not Humberton absorbed all her passion . Redtaper reall y had some spirit in him , but his tout ensemble could not compare with Humberton ' s . Now he was steadily gaining on the rapidly-flying vehicle , and Violet began to be afraid lest all her lans miht be frustrated through his inter

p g - ference . Her compassion for him almost made her check the driver ; but dreading the consequences she drew her hand away , and flinging herself back in the carriage she tried to bury her thoughts , while she devoutly wished the journey was at an end .

Meanwhile , poor Redtaper came panting along almost exhausted . His presence there was accounted for by being up early walking in the neighbourhood of the lady whom he so madly and hopelessly adored . Every morning since that catastrophal night he had risen from his sleepless couch in spite of the physician ' s injunctions , ancl , his arm in a sling , had meditatively walked near the house which contained all ho held dearhoping to catch sight of her at

, some time . He had just come that morning in time to see her jump into the carriage ancl be rapidly driven off . Immediately he gave chase , for he guessed her object in a moment . Although he was still weak from pain ancl loss of blood , the excitement lent him strength , and he steadil y kept up the chase

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CHINESE FREEMASONRY. Article 1
Untitled Article 5
Untitled Article 6
Untitled Article 7
Untitled Article 8
MASON'S MARKS FROM CARLISLE ABBEY. Article 9
APPENDIX. Article 10
BASSENTHWAITE LAKE. Article 12
JUNIUS. Article 14
MANY YEARS AGO: THE ANCHORITE'S LAMENT. Article 16
AN OLD MASON'S TOMB. Article 17
THE HISTORY OF SELBY, ITS ABBEY, AND ITS MASONIC ASSOCIATIONS. Article 21
HISTORY OF THE AIREDALE LODGE, No. 387. Article 28
AMONG THE HILLS. Article 33
SEA-SIDE SIGHTS. Article 34
MASONIC SYMBOLISM. Article 35
ON THE RHINE. Article 39
FLOWERS. Article 40
AFTER ALL. Article 41
NATURE IN REPOSE. Article 45
LITERARY GOSSIP. Article 46
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After All.

her feet , completely conquered , and have sued for her love ; he would have told her of his pent-up love for her , have yielded up his whole soul , and she would have been mistress of all his wealth of love . Two worlds' of love would have blended and become one . But on the eve of her triumph had all her glorious vistas of happiness been blighted by the fragile spectre of Miss Phane , ancl her wild earnestness had been more powerful than all her charmsand—Humberton

, had forgotten her I Oh , cruel fate ! Why was she thus unfortunate , unhappy ? Were there not thousands of eli gible young men eager to ask her hand ? Yes , but not of the calibre of Humberton—not to be chosen , like him , above all others ; ancl now she would wed none other . Wh y did she not commit suicide ? It would show Humberton what he had lost , and she was tired of life . But a felo de se was always branded as a coward . No , she would immure herself away

from the world in a nunnery . Love and the world were no longer for her . Perhaps , too , she had acted foolishly ; but , ; there , she would no longer be the victim of her own passions . So she resolved to take the veil without reserve , and she would steal away unknown to anyone , where she could forget and be forgotten , for life was no longer worth living . Poor Violet ! Surely such a course was impetuous weakness , ancl mistrust of self .

Exhausted , she slept in her operatic costume , as she had flung herself down , until late the next morning , though she felt little refreshed for her rest , and her purpose was as determined as ever . To others , she appeared to have sullenly ancl resignedly accepted the facts as they were , but meantime she was making active preparations for a sudden departure . They fondly imagined she had given up her idea of becoming a nun ; but one morning before daybreak a

carriage silentl y drew up a short distance from her home , and in a few minutes she was being rapidly whirled away towards her destination , and she felt like a martyr leaving the vain world ancl its follies . But who was that madman tearing after the carriage thus early ? It could not be Redtaper ! But it seemed like him . It was him ! with his hat lost ancl his coat flying , while his hair seemed tearing from his head . He was

running after the vehicle at break-neck speed , with his teeth clenched ancl his eyes starting from his head , and , straining every nerve to catch up to the now galloping horses . The driver , too , had seen him , and he whipped his cattle into their hi ghest speed , ancl urged them with loud whoops . Still Redtaper , though evidentl y physically distressed , was gaining on the carriage . On , on , the horses spedwhile Redtaper struggled franticalland breathlesslbehindancl

, y y , Violet watched him tremulously through the window . She pitied him in his determined but fruitless devotion , and she could almost have had another feeling for him had not Humberton absorbed all her passion . Redtaper reall y had some spirit in him , but his tout ensemble could not compare with Humberton ' s . Now he was steadily gaining on the rapidly-flying vehicle , and Violet began to be afraid lest all her lans miht be frustrated through his inter

p g - ference . Her compassion for him almost made her check the driver ; but dreading the consequences she drew her hand away , and flinging herself back in the carriage she tried to bury her thoughts , while she devoutly wished the journey was at an end .

Meanwhile , poor Redtaper came panting along almost exhausted . His presence there was accounted for by being up early walking in the neighbourhood of the lady whom he so madly and hopelessly adored . Every morning since that catastrophal night he had risen from his sleepless couch in spite of the physician ' s injunctions , ancl , his arm in a sling , had meditatively walked near the house which contained all ho held dearhoping to catch sight of her at

, some time . He had just come that morning in time to see her jump into the carriage ancl be rapidly driven off . Immediately he gave chase , for he guessed her object in a moment . Although he was still weak from pain ancl loss of blood , the excitement lent him strength , and he steadil y kept up the chase

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