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Excerpt from The Silence of Dean Maitland, Vol. 1 of 3: A Novel
There is a breeding expectancy about such a day that works strongly on the imagination, and suggests the dark possibilities of irre sistible Fate. There is an austere poetry in the purply grey, breathless earth and the dark, unchanging sky, and a mute pathos in the quiet hush of weary N ature, thus folding her hands for rest, which has an unutterable charm for some temperaments, and touches far deeper chords than those vibrated by the brilliance and joyous tumult of life and song in the pleasant June-time. There is some thing of the infinite in the very monotony of the colouring; the breathless quiet, the vague ness of outline, and dimness of the all-enfolding mist are full of mystery, and invest the most commonplace objects with romance.
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