...what the people called " bitter weather ;" but Ursula felt no chill on her warm heart. There was " The shrieking of the mindless wind ; The moaning tree-boughs...the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet." But Ursula's light step and buoyant spirit was proof against the effects of the dreariest of days and...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone h solihiile made more intense By dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods of snow-hung oak. 6. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ndged the west, * The Leaning Tower...

...its southern zone, ' The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No chureh-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods...snow-hung oak, — A solitude made more intense By dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods...of snow-hung oak. A solitude made more intense By dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...

...air, no social smoke Curled over woods of snow-hung oak. A solitude made more intense By dreary-voiced d a kirtle/% Embroidered all with leaves of myrt'e ; Ami on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods of snow-hung oak. A solitude made morlTintense By dreary-voiced elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-houghs...

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. No church-bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods...made more intense By dreary- voiced elements, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger- tips of sleet....

...its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone; No church bell lent its Christian tone To the savage air, no social smoke Curled over woods...of snow-hung oak. A solitude made more intense By dreary-voiced elements. The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind,...