The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb

nnot-grief, and burning shame, forbid me to be silent-black deeds are

ardian doors-through lonely glens, and wood walks, where she had rambled many a day in

olence and wine," returning home

exioned! and, if hearts can wear that colo

systematic in all his plans; and all his pl

ht have been expected, some solitary check of conscience must have intervened to s

eautiful in nature, the excellent and becoming in morals, were things placed beyond the capacity of his sensations. He loved not poetry-nor ever took a

y the most ill-natured things, with the least remorse, of any man I ever knew. This

ders to determine.-It was not in Elinor's nature to despise any living thing-but in th

e jewel they prized so much, the little ewe lamb they held so dear, was a scheme of delic

nd inaccessible. Of late the girl had avoided straying far from her own h

sion, hot fumes of wine, co-operating with his deep desire of revenge, and the insolence of an unhoped for

ly, unprotected virgin-no friend

tell the hateful circumstances of thy wrongs. Night and silence we

ields and meadows till day-break. Not caring to return to the cottage, she

her desolate young friend.-She ran to embrace her-she brought her into the house-she

d not be kept concealed from Rosamund. When the sweet maid heard of it,

he could not have been kindlier

re-but Rosamund Gray, humbled though she was, and put to shame, had yet a charm for him-and he would h

ed not among strangers-and expressing by signs, rather than words, a gratitude for the most trifling services, the common offices of hum