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"It is not a time for idle grief, Nor a time for tears to flow; The horror that freezes his limbs is brief -- He grasps his war-axe and bow, and a sheaf Of darts made sharp for the foe. " BRYANT.
As might be inferred from the scenes and excitements of the preceding day, the inmates of the cottage did not seek the night's repose with the accustomed feelings of tranquility and safety. Ruth went over again in memory the events of the day, and she could not conceal from her own mind the fact that Ralph Weston was much more to her than an ordinary stranger. Having known him in youth, she had always esteemed the leading traits of his character; and she now felt that esteem ripening into a passion which bears a much more tender name.