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BY MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS.
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I. Fashion and Famine.
- There is no sorrow for the earnest soul
- That looketh up to God in perfect faith.
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- There are some human souls serenely bright,
- Born, like lost cherubim, so close to heaven,
- That all their lives are radiant with its light,
- And unto such are holy missions given.
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THE HEIRESS OF GREENHURST. An Autobiography.
BYMRS. ANN S. STEPHENS,
AUTHOR OF "FASHION AND FAMINE," "THE OLD HOMESTEAD," ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK:
EDWARD STEPHENS, PUBLISHER,
126 NASSAU STREET.
1857.Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS, In the Clerk's Office of the United States District Court, for the Southern District of New York. W. H. TINSON, Stereotyper, 43 Centre street. GEOEGE GEORGE RUSSELL & CO., Printers. 61 Beekman Street.
CONTENTS.
- I. The First Gift, 9
- II. The Sibyl's Cave, 20
- III. Chaleco and his Plunder, 28
- IV. The Midnight Ramble, 37
- V. Fairy Scenes and Fatal Passions, 56
- VI. The Sibyl and the Lovers, 59
- VII. Waiting for Vengeance, 66
- VIII. The Broken Idol, 70
- IX. Waiting and Fearing—A Wilderness of Beauty, 79
- X. The Courier and his Wild Visitor, 88
- XI. A Traveller's Toilet, 88
- XII. Temptations and Resolutions, 92
- XIII. The Weird Wedding, 99
- XIV. The Gitanilla's Oath, 104
- XV. The Mansion and the Cottage, 110
- XVI. Concealments and Suspicions, 115
- XVII. The Old Escritoir, 124
- XVIII. The Lady of Marston Court, 130
- XIX. My First Heart Tempest, 139
- XX. My Mother's Last Appeal, 143
- XXI. The Oath Redeemed, 151
- XXII. Lost Memories, 156
- XXIII. The Threshold of my Father's House, 162
- XXIV. A Paradise of Rest, 167
- XXV. Myself and my Shadow, 174
- XXVI. The Fairy at the Pool, 181
- XXVII. Funerals and Orphans, 187
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- XXVIII. Pleasant Days and Pleasant Teachings, 194
- XXIX. My Strange Acquaintance, 206
- XXX. The Involuntary Hunt and its Consequences, 207
- XXXI. My Unexpected Escort, 216
- XXXII. The Unwelcome Visitor, 224
- XXXIII. Turner's Struggle against Marriage, 230
- XXXIV. The Reluctant Proposal, 236
- XXXV. The Jovial Wedding and Random Shot, 240
- XXXVI. My First Visit to Greenhurst—The Two Miniatures, 250
- XXXVII. Sorrows, Doubts and Conjectures, 260
- XXXVIII. The Hazlenut Hedge, 270
- XXXIX. My Father's Return, 276
- XL. Once More at Greenhurst, 284
- XLI. My Strange Visitor, 290
- XLII. Visions and Retrospections, 301
- XLIII. The Desolate Bridal Chambers, 310
- XLIV. The Bronze Coffer and my Mother's Journal, 319
- XLV. The Shadowy Death-Chamber, 330
- XLVI. A Visit to my Arch-Enemy, 339
- XLVII. My Lost Friend and my Lost Home, 352
- XLVIII. Our Flight from Marston Court, 366
- XLIX. The Mountain Lake and Hill-side Cottage, 368
- L. The Antique Bible, 376
- LI. The Island Cove, 382
- LII. The Sheep-Farmer and his Wife, 391
- LIII. Chaleco's Triumph, 397
- LIV. Irving and his Mother, 404
- LV. Self-Abnegation, 411
- LVI. The Old Tower Chamber, 425
DEDICATION.
MY MOTHER:In dedicating this book to you, I have no choice of words; the memories of a helpless and feeble childhood crowd too closely on my heart for that. From the day when you received me an infant from the arms of a dying sister, down to the calm twilight of your own most useful life, I have a remembrance only of more than motherly kindness and entire affection. My childhood and my youth, with all their joys and tender griefs, are so beautifully blended with thoughts of your household virtues and maternal love, that it is impossible to realize that even partial orphanage was ever known to me.
I once hoped to blend with yours the name of that honored father, who has but lately laid down the burden of almost fourscore years and ten, and gone forth from the faithful affection which surrounded him here, to the more perfect love of heaven. But my father is dead, and in the holy welcome of angels the voice of his own child is hushed. Still, through the golden chain of your love, my mother, this dedication shall yet reach him. With you—who made his old age tranquil almost as the heaven he approached, who went faithfully down to the valley of the shadow of death, giving him up only to the angels that waited there—I leave this homage, that it may be conveyed to him through your nightly prayers.
ANN S. STEPHENS.
NEW YORK, May, 1857.