A dull smoke hung upon the ruin, as though to hide it from those eyes of Heaven; and the wind forbore to move it.

Bare walls, roof open to the sky--chambers, where the beloved dead had, many and many a fair day, risen to new life and energy; where so many dear ones had been sad and merry; which were connected with so many thoughts and hopes, regrets and changes--all gone.

Nothing left but a dull and dreary blank--a smouldering heap of dust and ashes--the silence and solitude of utter desolation..