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pursuit whatsoever to interfere with the trang 120 man al ni
affections, Greece had not been enslaved: (, ty of his a
his country; America would have been discover WoUld have i a
and the empires of Mexico and Peru* had not been at Brady
But I forget that Iam moralizing in the mosting tO
tale; and your looks remind me to proceed.
My father made no reproach in his letters; and only
my silence by inquiring into my occupations more pa
before. Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labo,
but I did not watch the blossom or the expanding leaves—sighs yi
before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was Tengrossed
in my occupation. The leaves of that year had withered before my wort
drew near to a close; and now every day shewed me more plainly how
well I had succeeded. But my enthusiasm was checked by my ansey,
and I appeared rather like one doomed by slavery to toil in the mines,
or any other unwholesome trade, than an artist occupied by his favourite
employment. Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever, and I became
nervous to a most painful degree; a disease that I regretted the more
because I had hitherto enjoyed most excellent health, and had always
boasted of the firmness of my nerves. But I believed that exercise and
amusement would soon drive away such symptoms; and I promised
myself both of these, when my creation should be complete.
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CHAPTER IV.
Tr was on a dreary night of November,* that I beheld the accomplish
ment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agoms
T collected the instruments of life* around me, that I might infus?
aspark Of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already
win fae ae ite rain pattered dismally against the panes,* aM
breathed hard and a convulsive motion aghese os eremure opens
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe ne 1,
thewretch whom with such infinite painsand eae Thad oo, Sinedeo
leavoured to
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js limbs were in proportion, and I had sele, i
i Beall —Great God! His yellow skin son atures =
work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of fi
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