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Alas! the maiden sighed since first / I said: 'Oh, fountain, read my doom. ' / What vainest fancies have I nursed, / Of which I am myself the tomb! / L. E. L.
It was a beautiful evening of that next summer year, and a large family-party was assembled at Glan Pennant, now again inhabited by its rightful owner, Arthur Seaham: the handsome dowry of his lovely bride, Carrie Elliott, joined to the emolument derived from the rapid and promising rise in his profession, having enabled him to take possession of his much loved home on his marriage, about a twelve month since.