The Diary of a Hackney Coachman

We had remained in the little parlor but a few minutes, after the departure of Mrs. Waters, when she re-entered followed by her daughter. This young woman whose hopes and happiness had been so suddenly blighted, possessed a graceful person, and features of no ordinary attraction. She was attired in deep mourning; but her sweet pale face mourned the loss she had experienced without aid of external weeds.