Margaret Warner

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. home There's magic in that little word; It is a mystic circle, which surrounds Comforts and virtues never known Beyond the hallowed limit. Oh, what a treasure is a virtuous wife, Discreet and loving: not one gift on earth Makes a man's life so nighly bound to Heaven. She gives him double...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. home There's magic in that little word; It is a mystic circle, which surrounds Comforts and virtues never known Beyond the hallowed limit. Oh, what a treasure is a virtuous wife, Discreet and loving: not one gift on earth Makes a man's life so nighly bound to Heaven. She gives him double graces, to endure And to enjoy, by being one with him. Chapman. CHAPTER II. Colwall Manor Farm was a pleasant specimen of an English homestead. It was built of substantial brick, with white stone mouldings over the windows. A soft green lawn, interspersed with flower-beds and one or two feathering trees, sloped down from the south side of the house to a clear, shallow pond, where ducks and geese cackled and dabbled in the sparkling water. The front-door looked east, and was approached by a short entrance-drive, encircling a round plat of grass, dotted with laurels, hollies, and flowering shrubs; and to the back of the house stretched out a large, busy, well-furnished farmyard. Green fields bounded the little domain right and left, and the Malvem hills, with their flowing outline, rose in the background. A prettier farmer's home could not be seen. Margaret showed her full appreciation of it in her bright beaming eyes, as she looked out of the little sitting-room window on the first evening of their arrival. looked forward to, and it was no slight pleasure to him to see how entirely she could admire the home he delighted in, and which he had felt only wanted her presence to make it perfect. So he told her, in loving words, as she stood gazing silently through the open window; and a quiet smile of gratitude was her answer. Some weeks passed by, leaving Margaret time enoUgh to make some household arrangements and settle her own things, when the unpleasa...