We can never be happy together on earth; let us make Heaven our friend.

This is still left us,--not to blush for our love; to do our duty, and to die." "How tender, but how firm," thought Camille.

"I might agitate, taunt, grieve her I love, but I could not shake her.

No! God and the saints to my aid! they saved me from a crime I now shudder at.

And they have given me the good chaplain: he prays with me, he weeps for me.