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XIII. |
The Morning Lesson—Doubt—Sympathy—Misery |
179 |
XIV. |
A Wedding Foreshadowed—Sunshine of the Heart |
187 |
XV. |
The Mother's Appeal—the Son's Falsehood |
194 |
XVI. |
The Bridal Wreath—Roses and Cypress |
211 |
XVII. |
An Hour before the Ball—Strides of Destiny |
222 |
XVIII. |
The Forged Check—Uncle and Nephew |
228 |
XIX. |
Night and Morning—Wild Heart Strife |
234 |
XX. |
The Last Interview—Parting—Death |
251 |
XXI. |
The City Prison—Examination for Murder |
266 |
XXII. |
The Imprisoned Witness in the Female Ward |
282 |
XXIII. |
The Three Old Women in Fulton Market |
299 |
XXIV. |
The First Night in Prison—Prayers—Tears—Dreams |
311 |
XXV. |
Little Georgie—his Mother and Julia Warren |
319 |
XXVI. |
Mrs. Gray and the Prison Woman |
330 |
XXVII. |
Struggles and Revels—Unquenched Anguish |
338 |
XXVIII. |
Ada Leicester and Jacob Strong |
344 |
XXIX. |
Ada's Solitary Breakfast—Desolation of Heart |
350 |
XXX. |
The Prison Woman in Ada's Dressing-Room |
354 |
XXXI. |
The Tombs Lawyer and his Client Mrs. Gray |
366 |
XXXII. |
The Lawyer's Visit to his Client |
372 |
XXXIII. |
The Trial for Murder—Opening Scenes |
380 |
XXXIV. |
The Two Witnesses—Recognition too Late |
388 |
XXXV. |
The Verdict—Stillness—Death-Shadows |
399 |
XXXVI. |
The Parents, the Child and Grandchild |
405 |
XXXVII. |
The Dawning of Light—Angelic Missions |
412 |
XXXVIII. |
Gathering for the Execution |
414 |
XXXIX. |
Hearts and Consciences at Rest |
422 |
FASHION AND FAMINE.
CHAPTER I. THE STRAWBERRY GIRL.
Like wild flowers on the mountain side,
Goodness may be of any soil;
Yet intellect, in all its pride,
And energy, with pain and toil,
Hath never wrought a holier thing
Than Charity in humble birth.
God's brightest angel stoops his wing,
To meet so much of Heaven on earth.
The morning had not fully dawned on New York, yet its approach was visible everywhere amid the fine scenery around the city. The dim shadows piled above Weehawken, were warming up with purple, streaked here and there with threads of rosy gold. The waters of the Hudson heaved and rippled to the glow of yellow and crimson light, that came and went in flashes on each idle curl of the waves. Long Island lay in