There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

I thank my Maker, that in the midst of judgment he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto.

Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.

Better to be without logic than without feeling.

Now for the hitch in Jane's character,' he said at last, speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak. 'The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far; but I always knew there would come a knot and a puzzle: here it is. Now for vexation, and exasperation, and endless trouble!

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.