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walls and distant mountains. On the window she saw several lines apparently cut with a diamond; in one place she read,
"I am dumb, as solemn sorrow ought to be;
"Could my griefs speak, my tale I'd tell to thee."
"Could my griefs speak, my tale I'd tell to thee."
In another place these lines were written;
"A wife, a mother—sweet endearing ties!
"Torn from my arms, and heedless of my cries;
"Here I am doomed to waste my wretched life,
"No more a mother—a discarded wife."
"Torn from my arms, and heedless of my cries;
"Here I am doomed to waste my wretched life,
"No more a mother—a discarded wife."
And again, in another place,
"Would you be happy, fly this hated room,
"For here the lost Victoria meets her doom.
"For here the lost Victoria meets her doom.
"O sweet oblivion calm my tortur'd mind,
"To grief, to sorrow, to despair consigned.
"To grief, to sorrow, to despair consigned.
"Let gentle sleep my heavy eye-lids close,
"Or friendly death, the cure for all our woes,
"By one kind stroke, give lasting sure repose."
"Or friendly death, the cure for all our woes,
"By one kind stroke, give lasting sure repose."
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