THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE; OR, THE ELIXIR OF GOLD. A Romance, BY A SOUTHERN LADY. Caller Ann Warfiols "For over all there hung a cloud of fear: THOMAS HOOD (The Haunted House). "Dark lowers our fate, And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us, But nothing, till that latest agony That severs thee from nature shall unloose This fixed and sacred hold, in thy dark prison house, In the terrific face of armèd law, Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be, I never will forsake thee." JOANNA BAILLIE (De Monfort-A Tragedy). TWO VOLUMES IN ONE. NEW YORK: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, 549 & 551 BROADWAY. |