THE ORPHAN OF NEPAUL A TALE OF HINDUSTAN. "HER hollow eye, her daily wasting cheek, And every look participates her woe; And as her fond imagination strays O'er the past pleasures of once happy days, LONDON: SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. 1840. 640. THE ORPHAN OF NEPAUL. CHAPTER I. *Hark to that roar, whose swift and deafening peals The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene, SHELLEY. He who loves nature in all her varied forms of beauty—who can muse over the gurgle of the rivulet as it trips along its pebbly bed, making music for the flowers that line its banks-and B |