Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III, COUSIN EDITH. " Many are poets who have never penned Their inspiration, and perchance the best: They felt, and loved, and died, but would not lend Their thoughts to meaner beings." Prophecy Of Dante. Dante thyself, or Dante's amanuensis, or Byron in propria persona, whoever thou art that speakest, thou hast recorded a truth which lingers like household music in the daily walks of life, sweet, and sad, and ringing like an Alpine echo in the still, deep cells of the heart, too sad to be any thing but real, and yet too sweet to create a deep regret. Unwritten poetry what is it but a feeling too exquisitely beautiful for language ? a thought too delicate for words ? a faith too high for sound ? And how much of its indefinable melody, likeZoroaster's vestment of the soul, is perpetually revolving in the bosoms of the wise and pure I have had many friends, heaven's tributary angels they were, and they have passed thither like blended streams of sunlight and music. Like a chain of linked jewels they hang upon the neck of their Redeemer, radiant with the light of his smiles, and glancing back into his heart the joy they thence absorbed. O, cousin Edith how could I ever have-wildly called thee back to this rough world, when such a rest is thine ? How could I, except that I felt it my own fate to linger here, when all, all that I fondly loved, had departed forever? " Edith has come home " cried little Edwin, suddenly flinging open the door of my apartment and thrusting in his curly head; " Edith has come, but," modulating his voice to a faint whisper, " she 's very, very pale. Do come and tell her about Louis, and make her blush as you used to " " Edith come has Edith come Godbless you for the news Yes, certainly; wait a moment, I '11 accomp...