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“Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. “Close your eyes. You have to marry me. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined. But I have never seen America. I tried to have it out with him, but he wouldn’t have it out. " "Oh, Jack!" cried his mother, falling upon his neck, and covering him with kisses. " The object of this discussion sat motionless. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. "Oh, yes!—for always!" He took her hands and pressed them upon his thrumming heart; and in this attitude they remained for some time.

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