Excerpt from The Peer's Daughters, Vol. 1 of 3: A Novel The last crimson flush of day had faded from the distant hills - the hum of insects (those ephemeral parasites of the sun) had ceased the flowers drooped their heads, and had closed the soft curtains of their folding leaves, - but not before they had breathed their evening prayer, Which filled the air with a holier fragrance, nature's sweet incense! Worthy to rise from her altars - to those of god! The whis pering rivers, and the murmuring rills, now told a thousand legends to their paraclete the evening breeze: and then flowed on, fraught with other tales for other times. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.