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JOSEPH WILMOT; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. Se ——— — = — MT Soe a Ad Addy i; / Wg (Whi \~ “Uy - tT) 4M 14% ny) YY lI aw TEE STU IL ii SOO {Hil —ae — our love will be crowned with happiness, is my fervid faith—my fondest hope: but if heaven should decree otherwise —if amidst the many chances and vicissitudes of this life there should be so sad a destiny reserved for me that this part- ing is to be eternal if “Oh, wherefore speak in terms so desponding as these?” exclaimed Olivia, almost in a tone of affright. “Tell me, dearest Angelo—tell me that there is naught beyond the circumstances to which you have alluded, that can stand as a barrier to our hopes ?” “Need I remind one of your intelligence,” asked the Italian, with a certain mournfulness in the masculine harmony of his voice, “that man proposes but that heaven disposes—and that the fondest hopes which human hearts can ever con- ceive, are sometimes doomed to disappointment ? What, for instance, if I fuiled to obtain possession 59. > ei eee —————S es Mh ! . tereaRi Ni \\\ of that large addition to my fortune which I feel convinced can alone render me acceptable to your parents as a fitting suitor for their daughter's hand P” “Think you, Angelo,” asked the lady, in a tone of gentle reproach, “that my parents are so thoroughly worldly-minded that they take no heed of your manifold good qualities ?” “ Oh, let us not waste this precious time in dull and profitless argument!” exclaimed the Italian, his tones again gushing with the enthusiastic fer- vour of love. “We are about to separate—and we must now speak of naught but that feeling which unites our hearts. We will indulge in hopes and banish all fears: we will trust in the mercy of heaven, and will not apprehend its undeserved wrath. Yes, dearest Olivia, I now hear a secret voice whispering in my soul, giving the assurance that this golden dream shall be realized, and that —_— —_— (EO) VOO/KS () (E(0)