46 GLENOWEN, OR THE

bound, kept pace with her aged atten-
dant. The glowing smile uo longer
dimpled her cheek, or played about
her cherry lips. A soft melancholy had
diffused itself over the open, and usual-
ly highly animated countenance of
Charles. Jessy was respectfully silent ;
whilst Dame, with tears of tender
recollection often stealing to her eyes,
surveyed with mournful satisfaction the

juvenile group that attended her.

Entering the church. yard, they saw
at a little distance before them a majes-
tic female figure, wrapped up in a
large Indian shawl, and covered witha
veil, which entirely concealed bir face,
walking slowly amongst the graves.
She had advanced towards that of Mr.
Evelynn, when she paused, and after

some