HUSBAND HUNTING; OR, THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTERS. CHAPTER I. See his brave fleet, With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning To sounds confused; behold the threaden sails Borne with the invisible and creeping winds › Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge. Shakspeare. THE day of embarkation, but for the mingled and painful feelings with which all were preparing to depart, would have been one of intense interest to Vaughan, who had never before witnessed a similar scene. The unclouded rays of a VOL. II. |