olds thee dear--do not bewail thee
If His blest Book of Life thy name adorn.
[Illustration: Sir W. C. Rofs J. B. Adams
PAULINE GREY
_The Only Daughter_
Engraved Expressly for Graham's Magazine]
PAULINE GREY.
OR THE ONLY DAUGHTER.
BY F. E. F., AUTHOR OF "AARON'S ROD," "TELLING SECRETS," ETC.
[WITH AN ENGRAVING.]
CHAPTER I.
"Give her what she wants," said Mr. Grey impatiently. "How can you let
the child cry so?"
"But, my dear," expostulated his wife, "I am afraid it will hurt her."
"Nonsense!" replied Mr. Grey, "it hurts her more to scream so. Here,
my princess royal," he continued, "take that, and keep quiet, do"--but
Pauline's spirit was not to be so easily appeased as the impatient
father imagined, for imperiously spurning with her tiny foot the
proffered gift, she screamed more indignantly than when it had first
been refused.
"Hey day, Pauline," said Mr. Grey angrily.
"My darling," interrupted Mrs. Grey, hastily addressing the child,
"let mamma peel it and put some sugar on it. Come Pauline," she said,
as she stooped to pick up the orange.
Pauline's cries subsided for a moment, as apparently taking the matter
in consideration, or else, perhaps only holding her breath for a fresh
burst, while the tears hung in heavy drops on her long black lashes,
and her large eyes still sparkled with excitement.
"Let mamma peel it nicely," continued Mrs. Grey. "Come, and we'll go
and get some sugar."
"Yes, yes, do," said Mr. Grey impatiently. "Now go, Pauline, with your
mother;" to which the little lady consented, and, tears still upon her
blooming cheeks, she withdrew with her mother, leaving Mr. Grey to the
quiet possession of the parlor and tranquil enjoyment of his book.
And thus it was generally with Pauline. What she was refused at first,
she was coaxed to take at last, and between the indulgence of her
mother and the impatience of her father, she seldom or never failed to
have what she wanted.
A passionate determination to have her own way marked her character
perhaps rather more strongly than that of most spoiled children, for
nature had endowed her with a strong will, which education had
fostered, as it almost seemed, with sedulous care. For the fact was
Mrs. Grey dreaded a contest with Pauline; she screamed so, and Mr.
Grey got so angry, sometimes with her, and sometimes with the child,
and altogether it was such a time, that she soon begun to thin
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