“They will not excite your pity: you know not the power of those irresistible, those fatal sentiments, to which her heart was a prey. Father, she loved unfortunately. A passion for one endowed with every virtue, for a man, oh! rather let me say, for a divinity, proved the bane of her existence. His noble form, his spotless character, his various talents, his wisdom solid, wonderful, and glorious, might have warmed the bosom of the most insensible. My sister saw him, and dared to love though she never dared to hope.”

“If her love was so well bestowed, what forbad her to hope the obtaining of its object?”