‘Very. “Why?” He inquired. “We don’t let to ladies,” they
said. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of
consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness!
You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've
proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. ‘That is the man who
tries to kill me, but he wounded instead my servant. Dare we look back upon the
darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how
many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled,
is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we
indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us
then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the
anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in
ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us
by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off
than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of
this. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the
inscription, which ran thus—
JACK SHEPPARD
THE END. In vain Wood protested his
innocence. "
"Mr.
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