ABSTRACT
It is dangerous to begin life by surrendering every feeling of the mind and the heart to any violent passion –a Calantha had loved and been loved to such an excess, that all which followed it appeared insipid. Vanity might fill the space for a moment,b or friendship, or charity, or benevolence; but still there was something gonec which, had it never existed, had never been missed and required. Lord Avondale was perhaps more indulgent and more affectionate now, than at first; for a lover ever plays the tyrant; but even this indulgence was different; and that look of adoration – that blind devotion – that ardent, constant solicitude, when, without a single profession, one may feel certain of being the first object in life to the person thus attached,d – all this was past.
