She thought of the hour when, as a blushing bride, she leaned on the proud form of her lover, as they walked together in the sacred edifice to register those vows that bound them in an indissoluble tie, and unite their hearts in a stronger and holier love than their lover's vows had done.

Then she know not what sorrow was.
No gift of futurity had disclosed to her the wretchedness and penury that after years had prepared for her.

No, then all was joy and happiness.

As she stood by the side of her lover her maiden face suffused with blushes, and her palpitating heart filled with mingled felicity and anxiety as she looked down on the bridal dress that covered her form.

No thought, no dream, not even a fear of what after years would bring to her, stirred the fountain of fear and caused her a single pang.