Chapter 19 No.19

"O Love, forsake me not;

Mine were a lone dark lot

Bereft of thee."

HEMANS, Genius singing to Love.

I FEAR that as yet Ernest Maltravers had gained little from Experience, except a few current coins of worldly wisdom (and not very valuable those!) while he has lost much of that nobler wealth with which youthful enthusiasm sets out on th

            
            

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