All! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, that but an hour before Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness! And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne’er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise!—_Byron._ It was the first of May, the marriage day of the Viscount Montressor, of Montressor Castle, Dorsetshire, and Estelle, only daughter and heiress of Sir Parke Morelle, Hyde Hall, Devonshire.…
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