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 hopeless of earth!&mdash;he could bear the gaze no longer; the emotion rose shiveringly in his soul&mdash;the tears could be no longer kept from gushing forth, and he hurried from her sight to conceal them.

"Oh, why&mdash;why," he said, in a burst of passionate emotion, as he hurried below&mdash;"wherefore, great Father of Mercies, wherefore is this doom? Why should the good and the beautiful so early perish&mdash;why should they perish at all? Sad, sad, that the creature so made to love and be beloved, should have lived in affliction, and died without having the feelings once exercised or compensated, which have been so sweet and innocent. Even death is beautiful and soft, seen in her eyes, and gathering in words that come from her lips like the dropping of so much music from heaven. My poor, poor Emily!"