Here it is.
Let every mother heed it.*
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She is married. On the day after, she meets her old lover,
Hippolyte. He is again transported.
* The delicate reader will appreciate the omission of certain
articles for which English synonymes are forbidden.
VII.
HER OLD AGE.
A Frenchwoman never grows old.
MARY MCGILLUP.
A SOUTHERN NOVEL.
AFTER BELLE BOYD.
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY G. A. S--LA.
INTRODUCTION.
"Will you write me up?"
The scene was near Temple Bar. The speaker was the famous rebel
Mary McGillup,--a young girl of fragile frame, and long, lustrous
black hair. I must confess that the question was a peculiar one,
and, under the circumstances, somewhat puzzling. It was true I had
been kindly treated by the Northerners, and, though prejudiced
against them, was to some extent under obligations to them. It was
true that I knew little or nothing of American politics, history,
or geography. But when did an English writer ever weigh such
trifles? Turning to the speaker, I inquired with some caution the
amount of pecuniary compensation offered for the work.
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