Alfred de Rosann — page 200: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 191 to vary his nomenclature. He still continues his lucrative trade, ceases to deplore the fall of the Cadran Rouge, and rides out into the country every morning on his donkey to purchase the fowls that have died in the night, or that have been killed by the wanton mischief of vagabond boys. | Louis Dorval built a neat dwelling on the sight of his ruined mansion, and found a good customer for his poultry and eggs in Champignon. His wife re- covered from the sick bed on which she was lying when we first made mention of her; and although neither she nor her husband be important characters in our history, we love to assure the reader of their prosperity and happiness. And what of Selina Robson? She has not again | seen the object of her ill-fated attachment—but she hears of him often—and-never mentions his name without a sigh. Her grief has moderated into a settled melancholy ;—she seldom enters into society, or joins in any party of pleasure. She is not abso- lutely wretched: but her countenance has not the ex- pression of gaiety that once animated it. Several eligible offers have been made to her; and she has declined them all. Her heart is deeply wounded— it is not however broken: the scar has healed—the mark still remains, and still gives pain. Music draws tears from her eyes—a romance makes her weep like a child. She has notwithstanding become excessively fond of reading gloomy tales; for she finds in the history of disappointed passion those associations of sympathising ideas that console as they grieve, and © that teach her how all mankind are more or less sub- ject to misfortune while they excite her most sensi- tive feelings. | With regard to Markham one word will suffice: he finished his career a miserable exile at Botany Bay. The reader will probably recollect the little girl who sang Orlando’s song in the streets of St. Malo. The songstress was Jeannette. Her old grandmother Gomichbooks (EO)