"I have never seen more grace and refinement.

I often look at Walter, and recall her, with her beautiful brown hair and blue eyes.

How short her course was, too! I think she died at eighteen." "Do tell me about her, uncle," said Alice.
"Cousin Janet can, better than I, my darling.

Have you never told Alice her history, cousin ?" "No, it is almost too sad a tale for Alice's ear, and there is something holy, in my mind, in the recollection of the sorrows of that young person.
I believe she was a wife, though an unacknowledged one.

If the grave would give up its secrets--but it will, it will--the time will come for justice to all, even to poor Ellen Haywood.
"That young creature was worse than an orphan, for her father, thriving in business at one time, became dissipated and reckless.