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His promis'd wealth. But these things rest,—Thus driven as we are To this uncertain, daring course of life, The stronger and the more respectable Our band, the greater chance of prospering. Our number is too small; and, by my soul, To see a mean, plebeian, vulgar knave, Admitted of our fellowship, still rubs Against my nature. Such a man as Rayner Is precious, and, once gain'd, is sure and steadfast. But few days since I met him, dark and thoughtful, With melancholy and unwonted gait Slow saunt'ring thro' lone, unfrequented paths, Like one whose soul from man's observing eye Shrinks gall'd, as shrinks the member newly torn, From every slightest touch. Seeing him thus, I mark'd him for my man,

Did'st thou accost him?

Yes; when to my greeting, "Thou see'st I am unhappy, go thy ways," He fretful said, and turn'd. I still persisted, With soothing words which thrill'd against his heart, (For in our youthful days we once were playmates,) Like the sweet tones of some forgotten song, Till, like a pent-up flood swoln to the height, He pour'd his griefs into my breast with tears,