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Her thoughts as pure as the chaste morning's breath, When from the Night's cold arms it creeps away. Were clothed in words." Detraction Execrated, by Sir J. Suckling. Urticæ proxima sæpe rosa est."—Author:Ovid.

"You positively leave us then to-day, Eugene?" said the Squire.

"Indeed," answered Aram, "I hear from my creditor, (now no longer so, thanks to you,) that my relation is so dangerously ill, that if I have any wish to see her alive, I have not an hour to lose. It is the last surviving relative I have in the world."

"I can say no more, then," rejoined the Squire