The Man of Feeling

book in her hand. I stood upon a stone to observe her; but the curate

sat him down on the grass, and leaning his back where I stood, told me, “That was the daughter of a neighbouring gentleman of the name of WALTON, whom he had seen walking there more than once.

“Some time ago,” he said, “one HARLEY lived there, a whimsical sort of man I am told, but I was not then in the cur...