insinuating tones of Father Morris. Sweet is the voice of friendship to the disappointed spirit, and soft falls the balm of consolation from those we love, upon the wounded heart. Edmund's bosom thus throbbed with transport when he saw the reverend father, and, throwing his arms round his neck, he sobbed like a child.
"My dear Edmund," said the priest, also excessively affected, for he really loved Edmund, "it breaks my heart to see you thus—cruel Elvira!"
"Oh, blame her not, father!" exclaimed Edmund; "I cannot hear that even you should blame her. She is deceived—she is under the influence of infatuation. We cannot control our hearts, you know, father."
"But that she should be capable of loving another, when your services, your devoted affection—"
"Alas! alas! father, love is not to be bought by services. All she could give she has given; I possess her friendship and esteem."
"And are you satisfied with those?"
"Satisfied! Oh heavens!"
"At any rate, I suppose you could bear to
