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Doveton; Or, the Man of Many Impulses, by the Author of 'jerningham'.
Doveton Or the Man of Many Impulses by the Author of 'jerningham' Author:John William Kaye General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1837 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER II. THE HOMESTEAD. " A still retreat Sheltered, but not to social duties lost, Secluded, but not buried." Wordsworth. Through Berkshire -- and I clapped my hands, looking at Virginia Water. Through Hampshire, of which I remember nothing but a trout-stream, intersecting the road. Through Wiltshire, where the " star-y-pointing" spire of Sarum's magnificent cathedral gladdened my young sight. Through Somersetshire, Dorsetshire, Devonshire, until we came to the borders of the ; we travelled onward, and there we halted. " I would end my days here," said my father, s he stood before a small dwelling-house, on one of the sweetest spots in the world, and read the tempting monosyllables " to let," upon a board erected in front of it. " It is too lonely," said my mother. " I think so," said both my sisters. I crowed with delight. My mother chid me, for I was not a favourite. I was silent; but I raised my eyes, and looked meaningly into my father's face. I longed to say, " Be resolute; this is the place for us." My father opened the garden gate, and walked slowly towards the house. The house stood upon an eminence, commanding a magnificent view; and my father stopped once or twice, as he ascended the hill, to admire the prospect beneath him. I remember all this, as though it had happened but yesterday. My mother stood at the lower gate, with Arthur and my two sisters. I ran up the hill, beside my father, but he took no notice of me. " Let us live here," I whispered; but he did not hear me. His lips moved slightly, and I thought that he said " Beautiful!" It was summer; the air was warm, the f...« less