On the morrow, ay, the morrow, for the intervening weeks had fled, her child would be another's.

True, but few miles would separate their homes; true, that he on whom that precious gift would be bestowed, was in all respects the husband she would have selected for her Caroline, the husband for whom the involuntary prayer had arisen; virtue and piety, manliness and sincerity were his, besides these attributes, which to some mothers would have been far more brilliant, he was noble, even of exalted rank; but all, all these things were forgotten in the recollection, that on the morrow she must bid farewell to her cherished treasure, the link, the precious link of protection would be severed, and for ever.

Thoughts of the past mingled with the present, and softened yet more that fond mother's feelings.
Pain, bitter pain, Caroline had sometimes cost her, but pleasure, exquisite in its kind, had mingled with it.

No longer would it be hers to watch with trembling joy the dawning virtues which had flourished beneath her eye; a link would be broken between them, a slender one indeed, but still broken,--though Mrs.Hamilton reproached herself for indulging in such feelings of sadness, when so many blessings promised to gild the lot of her child.

And yet, alas! what mother devoted to her children as she had been, and still was this noble and gentle woman, could part from a beloved one even for a brief space, even for happiness, without one pang, selfish as it might be, selfish as perhaps it was?
for anxiety for the future darkened not the prospects of earthly bliss, her trust in the character of St.Eval was too confiding; it was only her fond heart which for a time would be so desolate.