I wish that I could; but tears have been _too_ often scornfully repulsed; they come not now at my call.

Oh, Mary, I am weary, weary! I long for rest, even the rest of the dark, still tomb! I have no hope--no wish.

I am passive now.
At last nature has broken the bonds so long forced upon her, and the reaction is strong indeed.

You ask how I received my information: ah! you need not doubt its authenticity.

Aunt Lizzy and his mother were old friends, and she received a letter the day before my father died, announcing _his_ approaching union with a beautiful cousin! I am deservedly punished: I worshiped the creature and forgot the God.