The impatience of my sister’s disposition now returned on her, awakened by repentance, sharpened by remorse. The very beauty of the Grecian climate, during the season of spring, added torture to her sensations. The unexampled loveliness of the flower-clad earth⁠—the genial sunshine and grateful shade⁠—the melody of the birds⁠—the majesty of the woods⁠—the splendour of the marble ruins⁠—the clear effulgence of the stars by night⁠—the combination of all that was exciting and voluptuous in this transcending land, by inspiring a quicker spirit of life and an added sensitiveness to every articulation of her frame, only gave edge to the poignancy of her grief. Each long hour was counted, and “ He suffers