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Then came the yearning of the exile's breast, / The haunting sound of voices far away, / And household steps. / HEMANS.
Silverton was a fine estate, and though the country in which it was / situated was tame and unlovely in comparison with that to which she had / been for so long accustomed, yet Mary Seaham was not so inveterate a / mountaineer that she could look, as I know many do, upon the different / aspect of the mother country, with the eye of utter aversion and / distaste, and though she could not perhaps have gone so far as to agree / with old Evelyn when he, asserts Salisbury plain to be in his opinion, / the part of Great Britain most worthy of admiration, yet for the gaze to / be able to stretch unbounded over a level tract of cultivated land after / having been long imprisoned within the massive confines of a mountainous / district, she was not ashamed to own, there may be a certain degree of / pleasurable relief.