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LEILA, or, The Island
LEILA, or, The Island
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An excerpt from the beginning of of the tenth chapter:
Nurse's dreams were of milkpails and churns, Leila's of goats and little kids; and when in full pursuit after a kid of milk-white appearance, and just as she was about to seize it, she awoke in breathless agitation, clasping the pillow to her breast.
The sun had been some time risen, the sides of the cave were sparkling in its bright beams, and from the open casement the cool refreshing air of early day had been for some time fanning Leila's cheek, and giving elasticity to her whole frame. She started from her bed, and, with nurse's assistance, was quickly dressed.
Mr. Howard's slumbers had been more profound, yet he too had had his morning dream. He fancied himself under the fountain-tree, listening to the gentle murmur of the running stream, and to the cooing of the turtle-doves from the neighbouring thicket. Leila lay on the grass beside him, surrounded by the brightest flowers. " See, papa," she exclaimed, " how beautifully God has painted them all for us, and how sweet they smell!"
Mr. Howard opened his eyes, Leila stood bending over the bed, holding a nosegay of bright flowers towards him, her blooming self, in his eyes, the brightest flower of all and Heaven's best gift to him.
" I knew the smell of the flowers would awaken you, dear papa," she exclaimed, " and I thought it would be a pleasant wakening."
" Yes, Leila, to see you well and happy must always be a pleasant awakening to me."
" Papa, I think I am always well and happy; but do you know that in the morning I am more and more happy, for then I am expecting all the pleasures of the day, and every day, here, we have so many pleasures? But this is the happiest day of all, for this is the day the little kids are to come home—the dear, darling, delightful kids—are you not very happy, papa? And nurse is to milk the goats—to milk the goats, papa—only think of that. O do, do get up quick; think how hungry the poor goats must be."
" And how can I get up quick if you scramble up upon my bed in this way, and keep hanging round my neck; begone, you little fairy, and leave me to my toilet."
" I am begone, papa, and good-bye; I hope you will be very quick, and I will go to the rocks and search the nests for eggs for breakfast, and feed my hens and count my chickens; and that will keep me in patience till you come."
As soon as Mr. Howard had dressed, and prayers were over, he set out, accompanied by Leila and nurse, to release the prisoners, having first taken the precaution of shutting up Dash in the outer cave. The poor goats, who were found in a very low condition, were raised by means of ropes which Mr. Howard had brought with him for that purpose, and the little kid which had been hurt by its fall was carefully placed in a basket and committed to nurse's care, while Mr. Howard led the way towards home with the unresisting goats, and Leila followed, leading the two little kids, which were tied together, and which seemed quite as anxious to follow their mother as she was to lead them on.
It was a distress to Leila when, on arriving at the enclosure prepared for them, her papa told her they must be separated, and she saw her little favourites shut into a smaller space of ground set apart for them; but soon her whole attention was engrossed by the long-expected pleasure of seeing the goats milked for the first time—an operation which nurse most successfully accomplished as soon as Mr. Howard had given them a little nourishment.
It would be difficult to describe Leila's delight, when a bowl of milk, still warm and covered with froth, was set before her at the breakfast table.
" Papa," she said, " I should like to give more thanks this morning, for God has been very gracious to us about these goats, First, he made the goats, then he led them into the pit, and now he has brought them home to us, and given us the milk."
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An excerpt from the beginning of of the tenth chapter:
Nurse's dreams were of milkpails and churns, Leila's of goats and little kids; and when in full pursuit after a kid of milk-white appearance, and just as she was about to seize it, she awoke in breathless agitation, clasping the pillow to her breast.
The sun had been some time risen, the sides of the cave were sparkling in its bright beams, and from the open casement the cool refreshing air of early day had been for some time fanning Leila's cheek, and giving elasticity to her whole frame. She started from her bed, and, with nurse's assistance, was quickly dressed.
Mr. Howard's slumbers had been more profound, yet he too had had his morning dream. He fancied himself under the fountain-tree, listening to the gentle murmur of the running stream, and to the cooing of the turtle-doves from the neighbouring thicket. Leila lay on the grass beside him, surrounded by the brightest flowers. " See, papa," she exclaimed, " how beautifully God has painted them all for us, and how sweet they smell!"
Mr. Howard opened his eyes, Leila stood bending over the bed, holding a nosegay of bright flowers towards him, her blooming self, in his eyes, the brightest flower of all and Heaven's best gift to him.
" I knew the smell of the flowers would awaken you, dear papa," she exclaimed, " and I thought it would be a pleasant wakening."
" Yes, Leila, to see you well and happy must always be a pleasant awakening to me."
" Papa, I think I am always well and happy; but do you know that in the morning I am more and more happy, for then I am expecting all the pleasures of the day, and every day, here, we have so many pleasures? But this is the happiest day of all, for this is the day the little kids are to come home—the dear, darling, delightful kids—are you not very happy, papa? And nurse is to milk the goats—to milk the goats, papa—only think of that. O do, do get up quick; think how hungry the poor goats must be."
" And how can I get up quick if you scramble up upon my bed in this way, and keep hanging round my neck; begone, you little fairy, and leave me to my toilet."
" I am begone, papa, and good-bye; I hope you will be very quick, and I will go to the rocks and search the nests for eggs for breakfast, and feed my hens and count my chickens; and that will keep me in patience till you come."
As soon as Mr. Howard had dressed, and prayers were over, he set out, accompanied by Leila and nurse, to release the prisoners, having first taken the precaution of shutting up Dash in the outer cave. The poor goats, who were found in a very low condition, were raised by means of ropes which Mr. Howard had brought with him for that purpose, and the little kid which had been hurt by its fall was carefully placed in a basket and committed to nurse's care, while Mr. Howard led the way towards home with the unresisting goats, and Leila followed, leading the two little kids, which were tied together, and which seemed quite as anxious to follow their mother as she was to lead them on.
It was a distress to Leila when, on arriving at the enclosure prepared for them, her papa told her they must be separated, and she saw her little favourites shut into a smaller space of ground set apart for them; but soon her whole attention was engrossed by the long-expected pleasure of seeing the goats milked for the first time—an operation which nurse most successfully accomplished as soon as Mr. Howard had given them a little nourishment.
It would be difficult to describe Leila's delight, when a bowl of milk, still warm and covered with froth, was set before her at the breakfast table.
" Papa," she said, " I should like to give more thanks this morning, for God has been very gracious to us about these goats, First, he made the goats, then he led them into the pit, and now he has brought them home to us, and given us the milk."
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