Griffith Gaunt; or, Jealousy.
The Parting of Hector And Andromache.
King James the First.
Books for Our Children.
Dios Te De.
Mode of Catching Jelly-Fishes.
Adelaide Anne Procter.
Clemency and Common Sense.
Reviews and Literary Notices.
e,--forget me,--do everything but hate me. Nay, do not hate me; you little know the struggle in my mind. Farewell; the saints, whom you scorn, watch over and protect you! Farewell!"
And with this she sighed, and struck her spur into the gray, and he darted off at a gallop.
Griffith, little able to cope with such a character as this, sat petrified, and would have been rooted to the spot, if he had happened to be on foot. But his mare set off after her companion, and a chase of a novel kind commenced. Catharine's horse was fresher than Griffith's mare, and the latter, not being urged by her petrified master, lost ground.
But when she drew near to her father's gate, Catharine relaxed her speed, and Griffith rejoined her.
She had already half relented, and only wanted a warm and resolute wooer to bring her round. But Griffith was too sore, and too little versed in woman. Full of suspicion and bitterness, he paced gloomy and silent by her side, till they reached the great avenue that le