ALARIC TUDOR TAKES A WALK There is, undoubtedly, a propensity in human love to attach itself to excellence; but it has also, as undoubtedly, a propensity directly antagonistic to this, and which teaches it to put forth its strongest efforts in favour of inferiority.

Watch any fair flock of children in which there may be one blighted bud, and you will see that that blighted one is the mother's darling.

What filial affection is ever so strong as that evinced by a child for a parent in misfortune?
Even among the rough, sympathies of schoolboys, the cripple, the sickly one, or the orphan without a home, will find the warmest friendship and a stretch of kindness.

Love, that must bow and do reverence to superiority, can protect and foster inferiority; and what is so sweet as to be able to protect?
Gertrude's love for her husband had never been so strong as when she learnt that that love must now stand in the place of all other sympathies, of all other tenderness.

Alaric told her of his crime, and in his bitterness he owned that he was no longer worthy of her love.