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Updated: June 23, 2025
In his joy he did not see the painful shadows that were darkening his wife's pale beauty. For a while, a deep stillness was about them. Flooded by the gold of the setting sun, lay the park at their feet; farther off glimmered the domes of St. Stephen at Vienna, and faint over the evening air came the soothing tones of the vesper-bell.
And then, with girlish enthusiasm, she began to tell the lady-superior all she intended to do for the benefit of the convent charities, and especially for the "Infants' Asylum." The vesper-bell summoned them to chapel, where the evening service occupied them for an hour. They then went to the refectory, and joined the sisterhood at tea.
'Twas now the hour, when love of home melts through Men's hearts at sea, and longing thoughts portray The moment when they bade sweet friends adieu; And the new pilgrim now, on his lone way, Thrills, if he hears the distant vesper-bell, That seems to mourn for the expiring day. Every body knows the line in Gray's Elegy, not unworthily echoed from Dante's
Charles as well as the Romanists? and it will be quite sweet to hear the vesper-bell tolling over the sullen moor every evening, in all weathers, and amid all the changes and chances of this mortal life." Sheffield asked what congregation they expected to collect at that hour. "That's a low view," answered Bateman; "it does not signify at all.
Agnes became calm, drew her other hand across her eyes, looked again, and, sighing deeply, said, 'They are gone they are gone! I am feverish, I know not what I say. I am thus, sometimes, but it will go off again, I shall soon be better. Was not that the vesper-bell? 'No, replied Frances, 'the evening service is passed. Let Margaret lead you to your cell.
As the night darkened and the clamor of the conflicting elements grew more sustained and violent, a sudden sweet sound floated softly through the turbulent air the slow, measured tolling of a bell. To and fro, to and fro, the silvery chime swung with mild distinctness it was the vesper-bell ringing in the Monastery of Lars far up among the crags crowning the ravine.
He had, however, scarcely begun to converse with them when the vesper-bell had rung, and, obedient to its summons, they had hurried away, leaving him to enjoy his repast in solitude.
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