There are in the last days and last hours of this man and this woman, sighs, gestures, and words, which allow the secret preserved during life to escape in the presence of death; but the secret thus disclosed keeps its mystery.

Posterity may have the right to detect, but none to accuse, this sentiment.
Roland, an estimable but morose old man, had the exactions of weakness without having its gratitude or indulgence towards his partner.

She remained faithful to him, more from respect to herself than from affection to him.

They loved the same cause--Liberty; but Roland's fanaticism was as cold as pride, whilst his wife's was as glowing as love.

She sacrificed herself daily at the shrine of her husband's reputation, and scarcely perceived her own self-devotion.