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"Alas! the spring-time's pleasant hours returning / Serve but to waken me to sharper pain. / Recalling scenes of agony and mourning. / Of baffled hopes, and prayers preferred in vain! / Thus was the sun his vernal beams displaying. / Thus did the woods in early foliage wave. / While dire disease on all I loved was preying. / And flowers seemed rising, but to strew his grave." / --Charlotte Smith.
While the castle of Frankheim resounded with cries of agony and threats of vengeance, the spirit of tranquil sorrow reigned on every brow and in every heart throughout the domains of Orrenberg. Seven months had elapsed since the death of the heir of those domains, the young and amiable Philip; the wound was skinned over, but the pain was still felt; tears had ceased to trickle, but the heart had not yet ceased to bleed.