Title:  Woman As She Should Be or, Agnes Wiltshire

Author:  Mary E. Herbert

Release Date:  June 4, 2005 [EBook #15982]

Language:  English

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WOMAN AS SHE SHOULD BE;

Or,

Agnes Wiltshire.

BY

Mary E. Herbert,

Author of “Aeolian Harp,” “Scenes in the life of A Halifax belle,” &c.

    I saw her on a nearer view,
    A Spirit, yet a Woman, too;
    Her household motions light and free,—­
    And steps of virgin liberty;
    A countenance in which did meet
    Sweet records, promises as sweet;
    A creature not too bright or good,
    For human nature’s daily food,
    For transient pleasures, artless wiles,
    Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

—­Wordsworth.

Halifax, N.S.: 
Published by Mary E. Herbert.
1861.

Cambridge, mass.: 
Miles & Dillingham. 
Printers and Stereotypers

CHAPTER I.

The Sabbath day was drawing to a close, as Agnes Wiltshire sat at her chamber window, absorbed in deep and painful thought.  The last rays of the sun lighted up the garden overlooked by the casement,—­if garden it could be called,—­a spot that had once been most beautiful, when young and fair hands plucked the noxious weed, and took delight in nursing into fairest life, flowers, whose loveliness might well have vied with any; but, long since, those hands had mouldered into dust, and the spot lay neglected; yet, in spite of neglect, beautiful still.  There was no enclosure to mark it from the fields beyond, that stretched, far as the eye could discern, till lost in a rich growth of woods, but a few ornamental trees and graceful shrubs, with here and there a plot, now gay, with autumn flowers, alone kept alive, in the heart of the beholder, a remembrance of its purpose.  A quiet scene of rural beauty it was, and so thought the maiden, as, rousing from her reverie, she gazed on garden, fields, and distant woods, but more lovingly and lingeringly dwelt her glance on a lake that lay embosomed between the meadow and the grove, partly skirted by trees that grew even to its edge, and partly by the rich grass, whose vivid color betrayed the influence of those placid waters, that now reflected every glowing tint, and every delicate hue of the peerless sunset sky.