ABSTRACT
Early the next morning, Emmeline arose; and looking towards the sea, saw a still encreasing tempest gathering visibly over it. She wandered over the house; which tho’ not large was chearful and elegant, and she fancied every thing in it bore testimony to the taste and temper of it’s master. The garden charmed her still more; surrounded by copse-wood and evergreens,a and which seemed equally adapted to use and pleasure. The country behind it, tho’ divested of it’s foliage and verdure, appeared more beautiful than any she had seen since she left Wales; and with uncommon avidity she enjoyed, even amid the heavy gloom of an impending storm, the great and magnificent spectacle afforded by the sea. By reminding her of her early pleasures at Mowbray Castle, it brought back a thousand halfobliterated and agreeable, tho’ melancholy images to her mind; whileb it’sc grandeur gratified her taste for the sublime.
