"the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart."
“My dearest Cousin,“You have been ill, very ill, and even the constant letters of dear kind Henry are not sufficient to reassure me on your account.”
He came to the university with the design of making himself complete master of the Oriental Languages"
“William is dead! that sweet child, whose smiles delighted and warmed my heart, who was so gentle, yet so gay! Victor, he is murdered!"
“I wept like a child. “Dear mountains! my own beautiful lake! how do you welome your wanderer? Your summits are clear; the sky and lake are blue and placid. Is this to prognosticate peace, or to mock at my unhappiness?”