He leaned over the back of the chair, and covered his face with his large hands.

Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chair, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor; just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe.

For, sir, he was a man,--and you are but another man.

And, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow! "And now," said Eliza, as she stood in the door, "I saw my husband only this afternoon, and I little knew then what was to come.

They have pushed him to the very last standing place, and he told me, today, that he was going to run away.