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"My husband, it is so. I fear he is not to be reclaimed; there is

scarcely a hope that anything in his character or fortunes is

reparable now. But, I am sure that he is capable of good things,

gentle things, even magnanimous things."

She looked so beautiful in the purity of her faith in this lost

man, that her husband could have looked at her as she was for

hours.

"And, O my dearest Love!" she urged, clinging nearer to him,

laying her head upon his breast, and raising her eyes to his,

"remember how strong we are in our happiness, and how weak he is

in his misery!"

The supplication touched him home. "I will always remember it,

dear Heart! I will remember it as long as I live."