But why prolong this painful narration by attempting to describe my feelings, as day after day, week after week, and month after month passed, and no tidings came of the missing ship?
From the day I parted with Eugenia, I have neither seen her nor heard from her.

The noble vessel that bore her proudly away neither reached her destination, nor returned back with her precious freight.

All--all found a grave in the dark depths of the ocean.
"It is a terrible thing, my friend, to be _thus_ reft of all you hold dearest in life.

If I had seen her touched by the hand of disease, and watched the rose fading from her cheek, leaf after leaf falling away, until death claimed at last his victim, I could have borne the severe affliction with some degree of fortitude.

Even if she had been struck down suddenly at my side, there would have been something for the bruised heart to rest upon.