The warm congratulations of her friends on her improved appearance brought a sad smile to her lip, and the expression of Dr.Bryant's countenance told her that he at least realized her danger.

Never had Florence looked more beautiful, as the clear cold air brought the glow to her cheek, added to the effect of her mourning dress and the expression of quiet happiness, imparting an indescribable charm to her lovely features.
"As you now stand, Miss Florence, looking so earnestly toward the east, you seem to me a perfect realization of Willis's Jephtha's Daughter: "'She stood before her father's gorgeous tent, To listen for his coming.

Her loose hair Was resting on her shoulder, like a cloud Floating around a statue, and the wind Just swaying her light robe, revealed a shape Praxiteles might worship: Her countenance was radiant with love: She looked to die for it--a being whose Whole existence was the pouring out Of rich and deep affections.'" As he looked upon her these lines were uttered half unconsciously; and then turning to Mary, he gently asked if he might speak what was passing in his mind.
"Certainly, Frank--continue your quotation; the lines never seemed so beautiful before;" said Mr.Stewart, glancing at Florence as he spoke.
"Doubtless not, Stewart, because never so applied.

Miss Hamilton, your cousin looks more as did the Jewish maiden at close of evening: "'Her face was pale, but very beautiful; her lip Had a more delicate outline, and the tint Was deeper.

But her countenance was like the Majesty of Angels.'" "Dr.Bryant, is it possible you so far forget yourself and previously expressed opinions, as to make quotations?
I thought you a sworn foe to the practise." "On ordinary occasions, I am: and you may rest assured it is the last time I commit such an absurdity by a camp fire.