The Argosy — page 181: what you’re looking at

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168 Charles Austen's Love. the shade of the spreading oak tree to watch it. Its dying beams lighted up their faces with a rosy hue. “ Am I to forgive and forget ?” he suddenly whispered. ‘T should like your forgiveness, Charles ; though you may not forget,” she said, after a pause of emotion, as she turned to him her agitated face. ‘‘Just your forgiveness! I have pined for it, ay, and prayed for it, all these wearing years.” ‘My Jeanie as of old?” he asked, gathering her to his constant heart. ‘‘ Nay, better than of old. Shall it be?” “Tf you will take her, Charles,” she answered softly, pussting into happy tears. So there were two weddings that summertide instead of one, both the brides being taken from Marsh Farm, from the tender custody of the ancient and genial Mrs. Deste. The one to enter on the busy life that belongs to the wife of a popular medical man; the other to reign as Lady Paramount over Austen Hall and its master’s unchanging heart. GA. IN THE DAYS OF QUEEN ANNE. QUEEN ANNE she owns a mansion red, And wears a flowered sacque. (My Lady Betty will not wed, And all the beaux look black.) Queen Anne likes furniture askew, And spindle-legg’d beside. (Sir Harry vows he'll never woo; The belles are mortified. ) Queen Anne tip-taps in high-heel’d shoes, With patches on her cheek. (‘And so Sir Harry never woos?” “Pon honour, ’tis my freak !”) (Queen Anne reposes in a bed, Funereal, stately, grim. ‘’ My Lady Betty will not wed?” ‘’Pon honour, ’tis my whim !”) (Queen Anne applauds a quaint-cut yew, Her rooms are wainscoted. (“‘ Tf, Lady Betty, I should woo —?” — Sir Harry, /—mzght wed !’’) Eomichooks. co Lu