I buried my face in my hands-misery, misery, desolation! I know not how long I remained thus silent, perhaps many minutes.

At length I felt a cold, firm, but not ungentle hand placed upon mine; and a clear, full, but not discouraging voice said to me,-- "Leave me to think well over this conversation, and to ponder well the value of all you have shown that you so deeply feel.

The interests of life do not fill both scales of the balance.

The heart, which does not always go in the same scale with the interests, still has its weight in the scale opposed to them.

I have heard a few wise men say, as many a silly woman says, 'Better be unhappy with one we love, than be happy with one we love not.' Do you say that too ?" "With every thought of my brain, every beat of my pulse, I say it." "After that answer, all my questionings cease.