Emmeline, the Orphan of the Castle

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EMMELINE

THE ORPHAN OF THE CASTLE

[Illustration: 'Miss Mowbray! is it thus you fulfil the promise you gave me?' (p. 103)]

CHARLOTTE SMITH

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EMMELINE THE ORPHAN OF THE CASTLE

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CONTENTS

EMMELINE, THE ORPHAN OF THE CASTLE

'To My Children' xxvii

VOLUME I 1 CHAPTER I 1 CHAPTER II 7 CHAPTER III 13 CHAPTER IV 20 CHAPTER V 28 CHAPTER VI 36 CHAPTER VII 41 CHAPTER VIII 49 CHAPTER IX 56 CHAPTER X 61 CHAPTER XI 69 CHAPTER XII 78 CHAPTER XIII 86 CHAPTER XIV 100 CHAPTER XV 107 CHAPTER XVI 114

VOLUME II 119 CHAPTER I 119 CHAPTER II 131 CHAPTER III 137 CHAPTER IV 148 CHAPTER V 152 CHAPTER VI 161 CHAPTER VII 169 CHAPTER VIII 179 CHAPTER IX 186 CHAPTER X 194 CHAPTER XI 201 CHAPTER XII 218

VOLUME III 227 CHAPTER I 227 CHAPTER II 238 CHAPTER III 248 CHAPTER IV 262 CHAPTER V 273 CHAPTER VI 283 CHAPTER VII 291 CHAPTER VIII 296 CHAPTER IX 301 CHAPTER X 313 CHAPTER XI 322 CHAPTER XII 329 CHAPTER XIII 337 CHAPTER XIV 344

VOLUME IV 355 CHAPTER I 355 CHAPTER II 364 CHAPTER III 372 CHAPTER IV 383 CHAPTER V 393 CHAPTER VI 400 CHAPTER VII 410 CHAPTER VIII 421 CHAPTER IX 434 CHAPTER X 442 CHAPTER XI 457 CHAPTER XII 470 CHAPTER XIII 486 CHAPTER XIV 496 CHAPTER XV 508 CHAPTER XVI 525

EXPLANATORY NOTES 528

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

'Miss Mowbray! is it thus you fulfil the promise you gave me?' (p. 103) xx

Emmeline and Lady Adelina surprised at the appearance of Fitz-Edward (p. 477) xxv

EMMELINE

THE ORPHAN OF THE CASTLE

[Illustration: Emmeline and Lady Adelina surprised at the appearance of Fitz-Edward (p. 477)]

VOLUME I

TO MY CHILDREN

O'erwhelm'd with sorrow--and sustaining long 'The proud man's contumely, the oppressor's wrong,' Languid despondency, and vain regret, Must my exhausted spirit struggle yet? Yes! robb'd myself of all that Fortune gave, Of every hope--but shelter in the grave; Still shall the plaintive lyre essay it's powers, And dress the cave of Care, with Fancy's flowers; Maternal love, the fiend Despair withstand, Still animate the heart and guide the hand. May you, dear objects of my tender care! Escape the evils, I was born to bear: Round my devoted head, while tempests roll, Yet there--'where I have treasured up my soul,' May the soft rays of dawning hope impart Reviving patience to my fainting heart; And, when it's sharp anxieties shall cease, May I be conscious, in the realms of peace, That every tear which swells my children's eyes, From evils past, not present sorrows, rise. Then, with some friend who loves to share your pain, (For 'tis my boast, that still such friends remain,) By filial grief, and fond remembrance prest, You'll seek the spot where all my miseries rest, Recall my hapless days in sad review, The long calamities I bore for you, And, with an happier fate, resolve to prove How well ye merited your mother's love!