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It cannot be! What didst thou call her? Speak; Repeat her name.

Her name is Emma Graham; her father is

No more! no more! too well I comprehend it. And death hath dealt his blow on what was life's Completest, dearest, best. (Covers his face with his cloak.)

Dear Alice, thou art pale, and faint, and ill: Lean upon me, my friend.

Think not of me: poor Claude! my heart-struck brother! His wound is deep and sudden: for this stroke I was prepared.

Stand back; stand closer: it is now at hand. Ah! never corse was follow'd to the grave With deeper sorrow!

Ay, tears are following tears down manly cheeks,