She would gladly have given up everything for her lover.

What were home and friends to her who loved with all the devotion of a heart untrammeled by forms, fresh from the hand of nature?
She listened to his flute in the still evening, as if her spirit would forsake her when she heard it no more.

She would sit with him on the bluff which hung over the Mississippi, and envy the very waters which would remain near him, when she was far away.

But her lover loved his nation even more than he did her; and though he would have died to have saved her from sorrow, yet he knew she could never be his wife.

Even were he to marry her, her life would ever be in danger.