The close leaves us in sorrow, yet in love with human nature.

The pathos of the catastrophe is the most pathetic thing in Browning.

I do not even except the lovely record of Pompilia.

The torture of the human heart, different but equal, of Tresham and Mildred in the last scene, is exceedingly bitter in its cry--too cruel almost to hear and know, were it not relieved by the beauty of their tenderness and forgiveness in the hour of death.

They die of their pain, but die loving, and are glad to die.