ABSTRACT
Indefatigable care and attention slowly raised him from the bed of sickness; an air of serenity overspread his countenance, and the bloom of health, so long an alien to his cheek, / again faintly shone through its former pallid hue. The forgiveness of Zenna seemed a kind of absolution, for which his heart had long panted – the years of sorrow and remorse were at once obliterated by an evanescent moment of joy – and plans of comfort were once more arranged, with a hope that misery’s iron hand would no more sweep them into oblivion.
