Is this the limit?
Would to Heaven in some instances it were so, that the end be thus.

What a hollow mockery does it impart to the heart of Lady Rosamond, whose cause of misery remains as yet half told.

Life--a troubled dream, a waking reality, yet we cling to it with fond delusive hopes.

What astute reasoner will solve, the intricacies of this problem?
Can one who has suffered?
The muffled throes of crushed hearts are the only response.

God pity them!.