And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.