New tales (Volume 3)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1819. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... to stop one stage before they meant to do so, by the impossibility of getting horses to go on with. But luckily they at this moment saw one of Derville's parishioners who was returning home on horseback; and as Mrs. Derville's last letter had told him not to expect her the next day, she was very glad to be able to send him word that she was within a few hours drive of home. The next morning she was still detained for want of horses; and it was evening before the hills that formed the vale of Lovelands, the small lake which sparkles in its bosom, and the velvet lawn on which stood the vine and honeysuckle and covered parsonage, burst upon their view. The hues of the setting sun were diffusing over it a richer beauty, and Lionel exclaimed, "Oh! this is far more beautiful even than the Lawn-house." "It is our home, so we ought to think it so," said Jane, whose eye now wandered in search of an object whom she did not see, but who she thought might be watching for the sight or the sound of her chariot wheels. Mrs. Derville did not speak; her heart was too full for utterance, especially as (on a hill which commanded the winding of the road) she discovered her husband .watching for her arrival. His delighted children eagerly waved their handkerchiefs to him in token of recognition; but the more deeply-feeling wife, after looking one moment out of the front window, threw herself into one corner of the carriage, and hid her face with her handkerchief. In a few moments Derville descended the hill, and was at the gate to throw it open for the admission of the travellers. He could only look his welcome as they passed him, buthat look was eloquent. Mrs. Derville when the carriage stopt ped was quite overcome by various feelings and recollections, and knew not how sh...