I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you don't understand me.

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

Well, He had known what love was-a sharp pang, a fierce experience, in the midst of whose flames he was struggling! but, through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,-all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.

Wearily she went to bed, wearily she arose in four or five hours' time. But with the morning came hope, and a brighter view of things.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love.