But to be taken from me thus! Her fate shrouded in a most fearful mystery! Oh! it is terrible!" And the young man set his teeth firmly, and clenched his hands, in a powerful struggle with his still o'ermastering feelings.

At length he resumed, a calmer voice-- "No matter what terrors or violence attended her death--no matter how deep she lies in the unfathomable sea, her spirit is with the blessed angels, for she was pure and good.

This ought to be enough for me.

The agonies of a fearful departure are long since over.

And why should I recall them, and break up afresh the tender wounds that bleed at the slightest touch?
Henceforth I will strive to look away from the past, and onward, in pleasing hope, to that future time when we shall meet where there will be no more parting." "She must have been a lovely creature indeed," said Milford, some minutes after his friend had ceased, holding, as he spoke, the miniature in his hand, and looking at it attentively.
"She was lovely as innocence itself," was the half abstracted reply.
"Although I never saw her, yet there is an expression in her face that is familiar"-- Milford went on to say--"very familiar; but it awakens, I cannot tell why, a feeling of pain.