Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 151: what you’re looking at

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Se 138 ANGELINA}; OR, she felt confident, her own natural good sense, (when her mind had become more staid and matured,) would destroy. Charlotte was just seventeen, and her numerous graces, and her personal beauties had already gained’ her many admirers, whe, ia the warmth of their anxiety to gain favour inher eyes, had flattered her profusely ; therefore, in one so young, and of so volatile a temper, it is not at all ‘surprising that ber vanity, (a weakness inherent iv ali the human race, to a greater or smaller degree,) should be excited. But she had never encouraged any of their addresses, and, in fact, she had not seen one whom she could more than regard as a friead. In this lovely girl, Angelina found an excellent companion, and her separa- tion from her frieads was soon felt by her with only half the severity ; while her melancholy was greatly alleviated by the uninterrupted gaicty of Charlotte, and her irresistible sweetness of disposition. To say that she had forgotten Clifford, would not only be false, but preposterous; no, be was too powerfully imprinted on her heart, for her ever to do thats bat then her anguish was softened, and she was enabled to submit with calmness to her fate, and to patiently humble to the will of Heaven. Charlotte was a most accomplished musician, and our heroine had always possessed an extraoi:dinary talent that way, which Mr. Woedfield, when he had been in more prosperous circumstances, had taken great pnins to culti- vate; the former was also very clever ia drawing, and iu that beautiful art, too, Angelioa had shewn considerable taste, so that in practising together, they not anly found an excellent source of amusement, but improvement to each other. When tired of these amusements, Angelina and Charlotte would wander atnong the beautiful marine scenery of the place, and in the contem- plation of the charms of nature, they found the most unbounded means of gra- tification and instraction. Rambliog on the cliffa, they would watch the proud vessels as they skimmed majestically the deep blue waves, and gaze upon the beauties of the setting sun, as he sunk from his daily course in the western horizon. At such times, Angelina would picture to her mind’s eye Hugh Clif- ford, and form various conjectures of where he was, and if he ever thought ef her, and as her heart felt confident that the ardour of his love was equal to her own, and that neither time, distance, or circumstances could change it, she thought more of the unhappiness he was enduring than that she was suffering herself. Many times did fancy picture to her his gallant vessel, and often did she, in imagination, view it gaily flying over the ambient tide ; bat from such illusions she was always awakened to disappointment, and more poignant sor- row than she had previously experienced. The mystery attendant upon her, also frequently occupied and harraseed her miad, and the more she reflected upon it, the more did she become in- volyed in doubt and perplexity. The opposition which her uncle and Kate of the ltuins had shewn to the love of her and Hagh Clifford, was perfectly inex- plicable to her, and why they should so carefully conceal their motives for the same from her, was also equally mysterious. Then the awful circumstance which had occurred to her in the vault, was continually recurring to ber me- mory, and the words of the supposed spectre she had seen, still rang in her ears, and excited in her bosom sentiments of awe, terror, and uncertainty. That she had not been deceived by her own disordered imagination, she felt confident; and the recollection of the event never failed to make her bosom the abode of the most profound sorrow and anguish, COL @ NOOKS ACO