Flora Lyndsay or, Passages in an Eventful Life   By: Susanna Moodie (1803-1885)

BY MRS. MOODIE.

AUTHOR OF "ROUGHING IT IN THE BUSH," "MARK HURDLESTONE," "LIFE IN THE CLEARINGS," ETC.

IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I.

LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1854.

LONDON: R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.

TO

MISS GOODING,

OF CROMER, IN THE COUNTY OF NORFOLK, THESE VOLUMES ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED BY HER ATTACHED FRIEND, SUSANNAH MOODIE.

BELLEVILLE, UPPER CANADA.

CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME.

PAGE CHAPTER I. MATRIMONIAL DIALOGUE 1

CHAPTER II. THE OLD CAPTAIN 10

CHAPTER III. THE OLD CAPTAIN IN PERSON 16

CHAPTER IV. A VISIT OF CONDOLENCE 25

CHAPTER V. THE TRUE FRIEND 37

CHAPTER VI. FLORA'S OUTFIT 43

CHAPTER VII. HOW MISS WILHELMINA CARR AND FLORA BECAME ACQUAINTED 51

CHAPTER VIII. MISS WILHELMINA CALLS UPON FLORA 65

CHAPTER IX. FLORA GOES TO TEA WITH MISS CARR 79

CHAPTER X. OLD JARVIS AND HIS DOG NEPTUNE 100

CHAPTER XI. FLORA IN SEARCH OF A SERVANT, HEARS A REAL GHOST STORY 113

CHAPTER XII. THE LAST HOURS AT HOME 141

CHAPTER XIII. THE DEPARTURE 152

CHAPTER XIV. AN OPEN BOAT AT SEA 163

CHAPTER XV. ONCE MORE AT HOME 173

CHAPTER XVI. THE FOG 179

CHAPTER XVII. THE STEAM BOAT 188

CHAPTER XVIII. A PEEP INTO THE LADIES' CABIN 196

CHAPTER XIX. MRS. DALTON 209

CHAPTER XX. EDINBURGH 219

CHAPTER XXI. MRS. WADDEL 226

CHAPTER XXII. CLIMBING THE MOUNTAIN 237

CHAPTER XXIII. THE BRIG ANNE 247

CHAPTER XXIV. A VISIT TO THE SHIP OWNER 257

CHAPTER XXV. FLORA'S DINNER 266

CHAPTER XXVI. FEARS OF THE CHOLERA DEPARTURE FROM SCOTLAND 273

CHAPTER XXVII. A NEW SCENE AND STRANGE FACES 285

CHAPTER I.

A MATRIMONIAL DIALOGUE.

"Flora, have you forgotten the talk we had about emigration, the morning before our marriage?" was a question rather suddenly put to his young wife, by Lieutenant Lyndsay, as he paused in his walk to and fro the room. The fact is, that he had been pondering over that conversation for the last hour.

It had long been forgotten by his wife; who, seated upon the sofa with a young infant of three years old in her lap, was calmly watching its sleeping face with inexpressible delight. She now left off her maternal studies; and looked up at her husband, with an inquiring glance,

"Why do you ask, dear John?"

"Are you turned Quaker, Flora, that you cannot give one a direct answer?"

"I have not forgotten it. But we have been so happy ever since, that I have never given it a second thought. What put it into your head just now?"

"That child and thinking how I could provide for her, in any other way."