Excerpt from The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 1826, Vol. 1: Original Papes Such were the feelings of the time, and little did he foresee how soon they would give place to others ofa far different character. There were moments also when his widowed heart fled from the scenes around to that distant land he had left behind; when, wandering through the groves of orange or lan tain trees, and Oppressed with fatigue and the score ing heats, he sunk own at the foot of one of them forsheltcr and rest - in these lonely moments, the home of his own land would rush on his thoughts, when no loneliness was on his heart, and his fair possessions were stretched around him; now, he was an outcast and wanderer. Then the white marble tomb, placed in his garden, rose to his view, where the mother and her infant slept together, and over which he had so often hun and wept. His own native home, and rugged cliffs, wild and dreary, fill up at last the picture of memory; his earl ears ofignorance and ace, when riches tempted him not, . And passion hired, not his heart. But t e shadows of night came while he dwelt intensely on these reveries, and the plaint of the wood-bird, and the increasing darkness of the grove, warned him to rise and depart. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.