The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 148: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 139 CHAPTER X. And there are bright and sparkling rays, Darting from woman’s love-lit cyes ; Which far outshine the diamond’s blaze, Than eastern gem a richer prize. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. It would be impossible to paint the deep, the hopeless despair of the widowed mother, or the grief of Amy, at poor Richard’s death. Although they had long seen — him sinking beneath the hopeless disease, the blow struck as severely as if it had come unexpectedly ; for, with the lingering weakness which seldom leaves when. we love, they had hoped against hope, and prayed, after the fiat, from which there is no appeal, had been pro- nounced. Henry Beacham mourned him as a brother, —as the friend and companion of his childhood—as those mourn who have known the interchange of gene- © rous sentiment, the manly thought, the sympathy of taste, for those who shared their pleasures with them. For although the young clerk had not been gifted with either brilliant wit or remarkable genius, he had been rich in the nobler qualities of the heart—the poetry of feeling. His life had been one unrepining sacrifice to his affections; and the tears of those whom he had COniiclooecl SS (SO