BOOK I.
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THE CAUSE.
"A lady should not scorn One soul that loves her, howe'er lowly it be." Barry Cornwall. "'Twere idle to remember now, Had I the heart, my thwarted schemes. I bear beneath this alter'd brow The ashes of a thousand dreams— Some wrought of wild Ambition's fingers, Some colour'd of Love's pencil well— Ambition has but foil'd my grasp, And Love has perish'd in my clasp." Melanie.