Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 279: what you’re looking at

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072” BEAUTIFUL RIENZL CHAPTER XXXYV. DONNA BELLA. ‘‘She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earthin an earthy bed.”—TENNYSON. The September sun was dipping into the rosy waters of ocean; he had left a throne of ‘‘ turquois and almondine,” upon which one tiny star was sitting, looking down to the lowly and lovely earth. A little family were gathered on the southern veranda, - where the ardent light came round in shafts and refractions softer than aught out of heaven, and touched the dangling creepers with fringes of gold and nestled among a bed of hoar petronias, gilding all their velvet and diaphanous petals into rarest fairy-cups, and seeking out the dusky King of the Blacks as it swung incense from its tiny censer. ~ My father sat in his bamboo chair and broad panama, with perhaps as bright a smile as that of other days, though softened now into a more beaming humility, as he passed one hand over the other in dreaming mood. My mother stood by his side, her fair and gentle hands clasped contentedly on his. shouider, her face so mild, so exceedingly sweet and pale, raised slightly to the painted vault of heaven—the dear mother who had loved more than us all, and borne most meekly. My husband—kind, steadfast, worthy of his name— paced before them, pouring some of the ever-present sun- shine of his own heart into theirs; and apart at the western side, where the moan of the ocean smote our ears, stood Victor Joselyn and I—the only sister this world held for him. The Atlantic cable had done its work—a message had flashed from our joyful hearts to that lonely Joselyn Wold, _ which caused the master to leave his throngs of grateful people and schemes of noble philanthropy to fly over ' thousands of watery miles to meet the long-mourned Rose of his faithful heart. Eomichbooks:co