The ForestersWilliam Blackwood, 1825 - 413 Seiten |
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Abel Adam Forester affection Agnes Hay Ambleside Aunt Isobel beautiful blessing blind bosom Bracken Bracken-Braes Braes brother calm CHAPTER character cheek cheerful child comfort countenance creature daughter death delight door Dovenest dream Edward Ellis Ellesmere Emma Cranstoun evil Ewebank eyes face father fear feelings felt Flora Fraser flowers friends hand happy heard heart Heaven hills Hirst Holylee hope hour humble innocent Isaac Mayne Jacob Mayne Kennedy kirk kiss knew Lady Ladyside Lasswade live looked Lucy Forester Lucy's Martha Mary Morrison Michael and Agnes Michael Forester Miles Colinson mind morning mother nature never night once orphan parish perhaps pity Plane-Tree poor prayer quiet racter Richard Mayne Ruth Sabbath Scotland seemed shadow silence sitting smile solitary soon soul spirit stood sweet tears ther thing thought tion Ullswater Vicarage voice walked whole wife Windermere woods words young
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Seite 207 - The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green ; he leadeth me The quiet waters by.
Seite 73 - Lucy past many long hours in the daylight, and thus knew, without thinking of it, all the topography of that pastoral solitude, and even something of the changeful appearances in the air and sky. The happy child had been invited to pass a whole day, from morning to night, at Ladyside, (a farm-house about two miles off,) with her playmates, the Maynes, and she left home about an hour after sunrise. She was dressed for a holiday, and father and mother, and Aunt Isobel, all three kissed her sparkling...
Seite 76 - Murdered — murdered," was the one word whispered or ejaculated all around ; but Agnes heard it not; for, worn out by that long night of hope and despair, she had fallen asleep, and was perhaps seeking her lost Lucy in her dreams. Isobel took the clothes, and, narrowly inspecting them with eye and hand, said, with a fervent voice, that was heard even in Michael's despair — "No; Lucy is yet among the living. There are no marks of violence on the garments of the innocent — no murderer's hand has...
Seite 76 - O foolish despair ! what speak I of? For wicked as this world is — ay, desperately wicked — there is not, on all the surface of the wide earth, a hand that would murder our child ! Is it not plain as that sun in heaven that Lucy has been stolen by some wretched gypsy beggar...
Seite 74 - Isaac, my good boy, cross over to a' the towns on the Inverleithen-side, and — oh ! Mr Forester — Mr Forester, dinna let this trial owrecome you sae sairly" — for Michael was leaning against the wall of the house, and the strong man was helpless as a child. " Keep up your heart, my dearest son," said Isobel, with a voice all unlike her usual, " keep up your heart, for the blessed bairn is beyond doubt somewhere in the keeping of the great God, yea, without a hair of her head being hurt. A hundred...
Seite 72 - With her small white hand on the rail, she glided along the wooden bridge, or, lightly as the ouzel, tripped from stone to stone across the shallow streamlet. The creature would be away for hours, and no fears felt on her account by any one at home — whether she had gone with her basket under her arm to borrow some articles of household use from a neighbour, or merely for her own solitary delight, wandered off to the braes to play among the flowers, coming back laden with wreaths and garlands....
Seite 78 - I hear footsteps coming up the brae," said Agnes, who had for some time appeared to be slumbering ; and, in a few moments, the voice of Jacob Mayne was heard at the outer door. It was no time for ceremony, and he advanced into the room where the family had been during all that trying and endless day. Jacob wore a solemn expression of countenance ; and he seemed, from his looks, to bring them no comfort. Michael stood up between him and his wife, and looked into his heart. Something there seemed to...
Seite 79 - There was a dead silence all round the house for a short space, and then the sound of many joyful voices, which again, by degrees, subsided. The eyes of all then looked, and yet feared to look, towards the door. Jacob Mayne was not as good as his word, for he did not bring Lucy by the hand to restore her to her parents...
Seite 78 - I should ha'e nae fear o' seeing her this blessed nicht.' Jacob Mayne now took a chair, and sat down, with even a smile upon his countenance. ' I may tell you, noo, that Watty Oliver kens it was your bairn, for he saw her limping after the limmer at Galla-Brigg, but ha'eing nae suspicion, he did na tak' a second leuk o' her — but ae leuk is sufficient, and he swears it was bonny Lucy Forrester.
Seite 78 - she'll have tramped away with Lucy up into Ettrick or Yarrow ; but hundreds of eyes will have been upon her; for these are quiet, but not solitary glens; and the hunt will be over long before she has crossed down upon Hawick. I knew that country in my young days. What say ye, Mr. Mayne? There's the light o