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. " "I wish you hadn't mentioned her," said Jack, in a broken voice, while his whole frame shook with emotion. If she wanted men to battle beasts in combat, a festival arose for them to battle for her. It is the health of a stranger,—of Mr. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. . You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. ” He then slipped a diamond ring on her finger. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents.
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