I have passed the period of a woman's life when as a woman she is loved; but I have not outlived the power of loving.

I shall fret about you, Phineas, like an old hen after her one chick; and though you turn out to be a duck, and get away into waters where I cannot follow you, I shall go cackling round the pond, and always have my eye upon you." He was holding her now by the hand, but he could not speak for the tears were trickling down his cheeks.

"When I was young," she continued, "I did not credit myself with capacity for so much passion.

I told myself that love after all should be a servant and not a master, and I married my husband fully intending to do my duty to him.

Now we see what has come of it." "It has been his fault; not yours," said Phineas.
"It was my fault,--mine; for I never loved him.