And to think, too, how I have given her all my heart, and lavished upon her a love as deep and true as ever a man gave a woman." He was sure that he had been so badly used as to have sufficient grounds for turning misanthrope and woman-hater.

Thin natures are like light wines and weak syrups in the readiness with which they sour.
The moon had risen as it did on that eventful betrothal-night.

Again the stars had sunk from sight in the sea of silver splendor rolling from the round, full orb.

Again the roadway down the hill lay like a web of fine linen, bleaching upon an emerald meadow.

Again the clear waters of the Miami rippled in softly merry music over the white limestone of their shallow bed.