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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. 1898. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII. July 1 to December 28, 1838.--Bartley Lodge, London, Skip "David Lyon" Madeira. July 1, Sunday.--. . . I have been addicted of late to growing faint after breakfast. I do no... More

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. 1898. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII. July 1 to December 28, 1838.--Bartley Lodge, London, Skip "David Lyon" Madeira. July 1, Sunday.--. . . I have been addicted of late to growing faint after breakfast. I do not much mind it myseli. only that it alarms papa and mamma. Poor papa is so anxious about me, that one would think every cough I utter is my death-knell. I suppose I am never to be strong again. It is nearly three months since I have walked into the Forest, and now I am always left behind when others go out . This evening I could almost have cried when I saw mamma, Aunt Charlotte, Cousin Susan, and the four children set forth joyously to ramble in some of the loveliest glades, and poor I was obliged to content myself with the dull drawing-room. It was a sweet, still summer's evening, such as is proper for the enjoyment of the Forest, and I would have given worlds to have gone too. However, I had a partner in misery, poor papa, who is at present equally unable to walk. So we remained quietly conversing at home, and certainly I enjoyed it very much. I grew envious again of the strong party, when they returned at nearly nine o'clock, extolling the beauties they had seen, and bringing in a handful of butterfly orchises, whose delicious fragrance scented all the room, and recalled me to those long-past days when I used to gather them at Woodbury. July 2, Monday.--. . . I remained peaceably in the house till six o'clock, when, though not very strong, I determined at last to attempt a ramble in the Forest. So I set forth with Louisa, Mackworth, and a camp-stool. We were out nearly two hours, and I have seldom enjoyed a ramble much more. We walked first into Mary's Glade, and there sat down. I was in raptures. I never before saw the Forest in its early summer garb. The only draw...

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