"Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. You’re not to go. Capes sat watching and admiring her, and then he fell praising the day and fortune and their love for each other. I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall. The militia offered little in the way of relief. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here.
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