"He is gone!" cried Mrs. Jordan and Josiah. Crocodile Tears. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. But he knew. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. G. 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. ” She groaned aloud and bowed her forehead to her knees. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. “I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica. “After all,” he said, “I am not sure that you are not a very material person. You will never be happy with this hanging over you.
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