Beadle's Dime Novels No. 20: Florida; or, The Iron Will — page 55: what you’re looking at

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4 HAPPY DAY. 53 ;.._ 1. don’t know as I do—yes, yes; that young man with the -Ong hair—oh! yes, I remember. But what is Zecoming for? Does he love you, child? Does he want. to marry you and ‘ake you away from your old mother ?” _“ And if he did, darling mother,” said Virginia, hiding her Tosy face in her mother’s lap, “ would you be very sorry 2” _,, Sorry!’ —the mother shook her head with a feeble sigh, Tt is so full of care, that life—and oh! the grave, the grave! for death will come—it came to my Thomas, and laid his dear head low. @! there de such cares—how can I tell you, my child? And yet, you could not be happy unless—alas ! it ig hard for a mother to advise her child, knowing how full of thorns are both paths. I don’t want to see that pretty face all covered with wrinkles as mine has been so many years. And yet, child, you can’t be happy alone—I never could; and there are joys, blessed joys! I married my Thomas to help him: Bless his sweet face! I see it now so plainly ! . Well, We had poverty at the first, but we toiled, and hoped, and Piayed together. That is the blessedness, Jenny, my little fluwer—together. Always be together in heart, word, deed— dun’t be separate in any thing.” bits caw 60 Virginia listened in astonishment... Her mother had. not —— so genial, so spirited for years. The weight of Flor- da’s chilling presence being taken away, her heart grew elastic and young again. ta For some time the invalid rambled on in this same strain ; She grew silent, and contented herself with watching the landscape, in apparent forgetfulness of all she had ae : meanwhile, was happy and busy. Every moment the looked for Parker, and her heart gave quicker throbs When she heard his step on the gravel-walk fronting the house, She ran down the stairs, and the greeting was what €ver should be between husband and wife, loyal and “How many tons lighter do you feel now?” he asked; my part, I am a feather, blown about on the breath of “ar love. Why! how much we miss the beautiful tiger Who cages you up whenever she can get the opportunity. If > « ae g * the came in the door this minute—presto! 1 should be a “one, a marble heart & gravite column—any thing but s comichooks; com