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Youth, love, and rank, and wealth—all these combined, Can these be wretched? Mystery of the mind, Whose happiness is in itself; but still Has not that happiness at its own will. She felt, too wretched with the sudden fear— Had she such lovely rival, and so near? Ay, bitterest of the bitter this worst pain, To know love's offering has been in vain; Rejected, scorn'd, and trampled under foot, Its bloom and leaves destroyed, but not its root. "He loves me not!"—no other words nor sound An echo in the lady's bosom found: It was wretchedness too great to bear, She sank before the presence of despair!

was accompanied by his uncle, whom business had detained till this late hour in town. Henrietta knew and liked Lord Norbourne, but now she had only just sufficient self-control to receive his greeting with due