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Thou too art gone -- and so is my delight, / And therefore do I weep, and inly bleed, / With this last bruise upon a broken reed. / Thou too art ended -- what is left me now? / For I have anguish yet to bear -- and how? / BYRON.
As may be supposed, the peaceful vale of Ll -- -- from this time forth / became an altered place to Eustace Trevor. "There are places in the / world we never wish to see again, however dear they be to us. " Such to / his disappointed heart was Mary Seaham's deserted home, and every spot / in the vicinity haunted by associations connected with that loved being. / Yet he lingered, pursuing his former avocations, partly from principle, / partly from the painful pleasure thus afforded, partly from the anxious / desire to remain upon the spot, where alone he could hope to receive / tidings of his lost one.