Oh! if I could but extinguish the whole of this memory! If I could wipe out the hand-writing.

Sorrow, repentance, is of no avail.

The past is gone for ever.

Why then should I thus continue to be unhappy over what I cannot alter?
It avails nothing to Edith.

She is happy--far happier than if she had remained on this troublesome earth." But, even while he uttered these words, there came into his mind such a realizing sense of what the poor girl must have suffered, when she found her love thrown back upon her, crushing her heart by its weight, that he bowed his head upon his bosom and in bitter self-upbraidings passed the hours until midnight, when sleep locked up his senses, and calmed the turbulence of his feelings..