The Wrong Man — page 41: what you’re looking at

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ete : > ‘ ‘ & MUSINGS. 48 i: : sweliel in her bosom—a thousand fancies floated throngh her Es She laid it aside, and, invited by the balmy sonthern , Which came to her fraught with the sweets of her own Ss en, took down her bonnet from ils accustomed nook, and ss wandered forth into the open air. as - The yellow light of the sinking sun gave additional richne3s oe: tothe autumn Aranccy of the forest; and as Lucy pursued a Kittle footpath which wound round the northern brow of the + bluff ‘he prospect which opened to her view on that side was one that, to an eye less familiar with its beauties, or less , abstracted from the realities around, could not have but fur- - . nished a pleasing object of contemplation. Beneath her, the _ Ohio, sleeping beneath its banks, gave an air of delicious re- _ -pese to the landscape which it mirrored. The forest, on the opposite side, leaning over the grassy brink, as if to view the 3 ion of its own gay and mapy-colored foliage in the stream _ —the little resign — ai and there ae the glassy sur- face—and clouds floating at intervals along a sky slight] % tinged with a faint golden Laue thane were but a few of thie __ features that combined to give inexpressible loveliness to the : But. the mind of Lucy was too much absorbed with its own 3 _ thoughts to heed the objects around her, or to listen to the flood of melody which innumerable warblers were pouring on the + evening air, Her soul was wrapt in visions of the future, and _ a thousand vague fears and ineffable hopes thrilled through her __-heazt.. The man to whom her faith was pledged, and her hand Was so soon to be united—would he be always true, alwayaten- _ der? Their life—would it clide, like the stream before her, ee F sepa to its end, or would it be shaded with clouds and ref fled with storms? The crowded and busy scenes to which she would probably soon be removed—would the world equal the _ World of her imaginings? Should she there find objects cn _ Which her heart might repose, which would win her affections, nd deserve her esteem? And oh! more than all, the love that | had grown up in the forest—might it not expire in the city ?~ ‘might not then who had won the heart of Dudley in secla- _ sien, be doomed to lose it in society, and be sadly taught that = 4 wilderness of nature had been ill-exchanged or the wild. si Ress of man ? Sey : Musings like these possessed the tind of Lucy, till the deep- 3 eni ng shadew on her path aronsed her from abstraction, aud - warned her to retrace her —_ She had turned with this pur- om and was tripping lightly forward, when her ear was by a heavy footstep near at hand, and the burly form ed Overton, breaking through the screen of underwood : clampering vines that lined the path, presented itself before ver. Lucy started at the sight of him, and her heart sunk _ Within her with an ominous foreboding of evil There wero