A home without love! Oh, what dreariness! Oh, what iciness! Had my father lived, how different it would have been.

I thought of the happy vacation, when he opened his warm heart and took me in, and then I wept to think how cold the world seemed since he had left it.
"It was a midsummer's night, and all the windows were open to admit the sea-born breeze.

They were open, but bars of gauze wire were put up at the windows and doors to exclude the mosquitos.

A very small balcony opened out of my room, where I usually sat listening to the inspiring strains of the band, that, marching on the ramparts, sent their rich, thrilling notes in rolling echoes over the moonlight waves.
"It was playing now, that martial band, and the bay was one sheet of burning silver.

I had never seen it look so resplendently beautiful, and I could not help thinking that beneath that gently rippling glory, there was peace for the sad and persecuted heart.