” He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Her neck was smeared with red and remorse flooded him. “I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he answered. ” He asked questions and listened to her views for a time.
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