OR, THE MAID OF THE DESERT. BY SARAH BARRATT. "No wither'd leaflet falls to earth- No blade of grass bursts from its sheath of green ;- Unnoted by that ruling Providence That guides the universe, yet stoops to clothe Then break not heart! the will of Heaven be thine!" Anna Cora Mowatt. LONDON: JAMES S. HODSON, CLIFFORD'S INN PASSAGE, FLEET STREET. 1849. DEDICATION. TO MISS F. H. HENSLOW. My dear Miss Henslow, I esteem it no little happiness and honour to be permitted to dedicate this humble performance to you; for all who enjoy the pleasure of your acquaintance, know well that every thought and action of your life are bent on the promotion of virtue, -the cause which I presume to hope this little volume is calculated to support. The intercourse, though of no long duration, which has subsisted between us, has shewn me that much suffering may be endured with a thankful heart. Your trials, from long indisposition and pain, have been, and are, very great, and nothing but a firm belief in the good intentions of Providence, as set forth in the volume of inspiration, could have enabled you to support them with such patience and submission. Thus |