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1Author:  Rowson Mrs. 1762-1824Add
 Title:  Trials of the human heart  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: This is a charming romantic place, my dear Celia. There is room for solitude and deep reflection. Oak-hall is situated in a very retired part of the country, and has been the family mansion of the Rooksby's from time immemorial. The house is antique, and inspires one's mind with the true spirit of the days of chivalry. You cannot think, how often I amuse myself with surveying its antique battlements, the massy gates, and deep moat, that surround it; and while I gaze with a kind of reverential awe, I fancy, I am perhaps retracing the steps of many a gallant knight and beauteous dame who formerly have been inhabitants of this ancient dwelling. I am a great admirer of every thing, that wears the face of antiquity not that I would, were I possessed of ever so large a fortune, lay out my money in purchasing a heap of trumpery, that are really of no intrinsie value, only as the fancy of the virtuoso stamps them with the appellation of excellence, because they were made some hundred years before we were born. I cannot deny, that I like to examine any little piece of antiquity, which tends to shew us the progress of the arts or manufactures, and when I enjoy the benefit of any thing useful or convenient I feel a kind of veneration for the genius, who first invented it, let it be ever so mean or trifling. I continued in this situation but a few moments—when I heard a faint voice call “Meriel,” I turned my head and saw Kingly emerging from the sea and holding by part of the wreck—“Oh, Heavens!” said I, “are you alive then, and is there any chance of escaping?”—“Some little chance,” said he, coming near me and beginning to nutie the cord that was round me.
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