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6 give way to a passionate despair; and every morning at sunrise when the fast advancing verdure of spring seemed more dim and glimmering before his eyes, he felt his soul more and more resigned to that final extinction of the day's blessed light, which he knew must be his doom before the earth was covered with the flowers and fragrance of June.

It was as he had, feared; and Allan Bruce was now stone-blind. Fanny's voice had always been sweet to his ear, and now it was sweeter still when heard in the darkness. Sweet had been the kisses which breathed from Fanny's lips, while his eyes delighted in their rosy freshness. But sweeter were they now when they touched his eye lids, and he felt upon his cheeks her fast trinkling tears. She visited him in his father's house, and led him with her gently guiding hands into the adjacent fields, and down along the stream which he said, he liked to hear murmuring by; and then they talked together about themselves, and on their knees prayed to God to counsel them what to do in their distress.

These Meetings were always happy meetings to them both; notwithstanding the many mournful thoughts with which they were necessarily attended; but to Allan Bruce they yielded a support