It wore the sad, yet lovely lineaments of my departed mother.
O how vain were youth and beauty, if thus they faded and vanished away! How mournful was love thus wedded to sorrow! how mysterious the nature in which they were united! A shower of tears washed away the vain emotions I blushed to have felt.
But I could not be as though I had never known them.

I could not recall the guileless simplicity of childhood, its sweet unconsciousness and contentment, in the present joy.
O foolish, foolish Gabriella! Art thou no longer a child?
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