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Title: Ellen Middleton--A Tale

Author: Georgiana Fullerton

Release Date: February 4, 2010 [EBook #31180]

Language: English

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[Transcriber's note: Lady Georgiana Fullerton (1812-1885),
_Ellen Middleton - a tale_ (1844), 1846 Tauchnitz edition]

COLLECTION

OF

BRITISH AUTHORS.

VOL. XCVIII.

ELLEN MIDDLETON BY LADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON.

IN ONE VOLUME.

ELLEN MIDDLETON.

A TALE.

BY

LADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON.

_COPYRIGHT EDITION_.

LEIPZIG

BERNH. TAUCHNITZ JUN.

1846.

"I have read of a bird which hath a face like, and yet will
prey upon, a man, who, coming to the water to drink, and
finding there by reflexion that he had killed one like
himself, pineth away by degrees, and never after enjoyeth
itself. Such was in some sort the condition of--. This
accident that he had killed one put a period to his carnal
mirth, and was a covering to his eyes all the days of his
life. Death was so sent to him as to allow him time to rise up
on his knees and to crie, 'Lord have mercy upon me.'"

Fuller's Worthies, vol. II. p. 17.

INTRODUCTION.

"From each carved nook, and fretted bend,
Cornice and gallery, seem to send
Tones that with Seraph hymns might blend.

"Three solemn parts together twine,
In Harmony's mysterious line,
Three solemn aisles approach the shrine.

"Yet all are one, together all,
With thoughts that awe but not appal,
Teach the adoring heart to fall."

CHRISTIAN YEAR.

"But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloister's pale,
And love the high-embowered roof,
With antic pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light;
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full voiced quire below,
In service high and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness through mine ear
Dissolve me into extasies,
And bring all Heaven before mine e