Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 64: what you’re looking at

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6a THE WRONG MAN. CHAPTER VIII. A SAD ASSEMBLY. “Yet, yet in this affliction,” said young man to the siler; maid, “ Yet, lady, Heaven is good—the night Shows yeta star which is most bright ; Your uncle lives—he lives—is come Perhaps already to his home; Then let us leave this dreary place.” She yielded.—Tuaz Wuire Dor or Rrtstons. Duprey and Lucy were not long in reaching an eminence that commanded a considerable prospect. The moon was near the full, and wag now shining down from the mid-heaven with aclear, bright light upon the road, which stretched for the greater part of a mile almost in a straight line. As far as the eye could reach, nothing interrupted the deep solitude of the scene. The leaves of the trees on either side, silvered by the gentle beams, scarcely stirred in the fanning south wind, and deep patches of shadow slept beneath, in some places extend- ing in long black masses nearly across the road. A bend or sweep of the river was dimly seen on the left, shining on its course ; and on the right, the eye overlooked a vast and seem- ingly interminable forest. It was a scene, the silent, sweet influence of which, under other circumstances, would have crept into their hearts, and awakened there a gush of pure, and sweet, and holy emotions—which would have disposed them to that delicious communion of hearts allied, when Jove needs no language but “ the pressure of the thrilling hand,”— when thought answers thought, and pulse beats responsively to pulse. But they looked upon it now with minds absorbed with deep and painful emotions, and its quiet beauty cave them no pleasure. “It is the soul that sees; the outward eyes Present the object, but the mind descries - And thence delight, disgust, or cool indifference rise When minds are joyful, then we look arou’ d, And what is seen is all on fairy ground; Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own, dull Land melan ly hue ; , if absor y peculiar cares, The vacant eye en viewless-matter glares.” eeiniepooksicom