"I wonder what poor girl's heart that wicked boy has been breaking to-night;" and she turned over and fell asleep again.
That young man reached his room, and struck a light.

It flashed upon a paper.

He took it up eagerly, then smiled as he saw that it was a tract, and read, "A word to the Unhappy." "Dear Aunt Winnifred!" said he to himself; "does she think a man's griefs are like a child's bumps and bruises, to be cured by applying a piece of paper ?" He smiled sadly, with the profound conviction that no man had ever before really known what unhappiness was, and so tumbled into bed and fell asleep.

And as he dreamed, Hope Wayne came to him and smiled, as Diana smiled in his picture upon Endymion.
"See!" she said, "I love you; look here!" And in his dream he looked and saw a full moon in a summer sky shining upon a fresh grave upon a hill-top..