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This is a weary and a wretched life, With nothing to redeem it but the heart. Affection, earth's great purifier, stirs Our embers into flame, and that ascends. All finer natures walk this bitter world But for a while, then Heaven asks its own, And we can but remember and regret.

's name procured her instant admittance; and Lord Norbourne came down to hand her from the carriage, and take her to his own room. "I find," said he, "that my curiosity, which was up in arms when your card was brought, is quite lost in the pleasure of seeing you. I shall not allow you to tell me your business for a long time."