If it continues much longer, I shall cease to be what I was when you were here; and you will find me, on your return, so changed as to be no longer worthy of your love.

Oh, sir! pity the child you have awakened from a peaceful, happy dream, into a real life of mingled pain and joy.

From the cup you have placed to my lips, I drink with an eager thirst.

The draught is delicious to the taste, but it intoxicates--nay, maddens me! "Write back to me at once, dear Mr.Lyon! I shall count the minutes as hours, until your letter comes.

Let the first words be--'Tell all to your mother.' If you cannot write this, we must be as strangers, for I will not bind myself to a man who would make me untrue to my parents.