"Beloved image of a god-like mind,
"In sacred privacy thy power I feel;
"What bright perfection in thy form's combin'd!
"How sure to injure, and how kind to heal.
"Thine eagle eye bedazzles e'en the brain,
"Thy gallant brow bespeaks the front of Jove;
"While smiles enchant me, tears in torrents rain,
"And each seductive charm impels to love.
"Ah! hapless maid, why daring dost thou prove
"The hidden dangers of the urchin's dart;
"Why fix thine eye on this, the god of love,
"And heedless think thee to retain thy heart!"
This was but one of fifty similar effusions, in which
Julia poured forth her soul. The flame was kept
alive by frequent letters from her friend, in all of
which she dwelt with rapture on the moment of
their re-union, and never failed to mention Antonio
in a manner that added new fuel to the fire that
already began to consume Julia, and, in some
degree, to undermine her health, at least she
thought so.
In the mean time Katherine Emmerson paid her
promised visit to her friends, and our heroine was
in some degree drawn from her musings on love
and friendship. The manners of this young lady
were conspicuously natural; she had a confirmed
habit of calling things by their right names, and
never dwelt in the least in superlatives. Her
affections seemed centered in the members of her
own family; nor had she ever given Julia the least
reason to believe she preferred her to her own
sister, notwithstanding that sister was married, and
beyond the years of romance.
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