Marmaduke Herbert; or, the fatal error. a novel, founded on fact
Marguerite Blessington
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ... her, when she thought she was unobserved, murmur a prayer for his happiness, and Ifelt l never loved her so fondly as at that moment. We went from room to room, wondering, and admiring, and I thought that were my lost, my beloved sister, but with us, never was human felicity greater than mine would be. Yes, l thought of her, as l ever do when aught occurs to give me pleasure,--it is so natural to wish her to share it. But six months of sorrow--oh! that grief should so soon become consoled----had accustomed, though not reconciled me to her loss, and latterly I have learned, such is poor human nature, to look forward to happiness without her who once formed its chief ingredient. But terribly havel been punished for my obliviousness! A couple or so of happy hours only had glided by, they seemed but minutes, when a man rode hurriedly to the gate. I saw him first, and my heart instantly foreboded some coming shock, although it divined not what. My happiness seemed too great for any addition, and the happy must ever tremble for the stability of their bliss. This man brought the intelligence that her remains, the remains of my adored sister, had been found in the river! And this on my wedding-day! The messenger, a vulgar and brutal man, entered into details relative to the state ofthe dear remains, that caused my flesh to creep, and filled me with a sickening horror, never to be described. O God! O God! to think of that lovely being deflled hy--l cannot finish the sentence, it is too terrible. This unfeeling man made coarse allusions about my marriage, that cut me to the very soul. Oh! why did I consent to marry until the remains of my dear Frances had been found, and consigned to a consecrated grave? It was wrong, it was indelicate! But yet, my dear mother advis...