Woman As She Should Be; Or, Agnes Wiltshire

the casement,-if garden it could be called,-a spot that had once been most beautiful, when young and fair hands plucked the noxious weed, and took delight in nursing into fairest life

heart of the beholder, a remembrance of its purpose. A quiet scene of rural beauty it was, and so thought the maiden, as, rousing from her reverie, she gazed on garden, fields, and distant woods, but more lovingly and lingeringly dwelt her glance on a lake that lay emboso

y sank to grateful rest. All was peace without, but troubled and anxious was the heart of the solitary occupant of that apartment, who, though for a moment aroused from deep, and, as it appea

n answer to her invitation, "Walk in," a lady entered

from your remaining so long in your room, that you were not w

well, in body, at least," was the reply, while the

on evidently strove to conceal, and with the nature of which she was totally unacquainted. At length, however, she broke th

scarcely be expected that our unpretending house of prayer, with its humb

eply than any heard from the lips of the most eloquent divine, in a gorgeous edifice crowded with the elite of the city, and where the solemn notes of the full-toned organ ought, perhaps, to have filled the soul with sacred and heavenly thoug

rldly hope, but, rather, a heavenly joy, which lent to the pale and pensive face a beauty not of this world; it beamed in the sunken, yet soft blue eye, and flushed th

re, I have been thinking so much about you, and praying, too, that you, so rich in all that makes woman lovely and beloved, might possess tha

ways remain with you, secluded from the gay world, far removed from its temptations and allurements, then, indeed, would I gladly make my choice, and say, 'This people shall be my people, and their God my God;' but in a few day

Agnes? Had you nought but your own strength to rely on, you might well fear; but forget not Him who has declared,