"Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. ’
‘Well for him,’ remarked Captain Roding. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney,
"brings me nearer my mother. F. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak
and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. 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. ”
“Clear out?” cried Hetty. Try your luck with Jarvis Remenham—if you will. She is a stranger to you.
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