approached the house of Mr. Armstrong. What a change had been produced
in a few hours! The warm sunshine, while it glorified the landscape
had robbed it of its sparkling beauty. The trees no longer wore their
silver armor; the branches, relieved of the unusual weight, had
lost the graceful curves and resumed their original positions; white
blossoms no longer bedecked the evergreens; and all around,
large drops were falling, as if lamenting the passing away of the
short-lived magnificence.

On parting from Bernard, at her father's door, Faith reminded him of
his promise, and invited him and Anne to tea with her in the evening.
Bernard accepted the invitation for himself, and conditionally for his
sister.




CHAPTER XXII.

"O nymph, with loosely flowing hair,
With buskined leg, and bosom bare,
Thy waist with myrtle girdle bound,
Thy brow with Indian feathers crowned,
Waving in thy snowy hand
An all-commanding magic wand
Of power, to bid fresh gardens blow,
Mid cheerless Lapland's barren snow!"

JOSEPH WARTON.