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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
to his gloomy views of humanity; now she felt their truth in her own depression.
The old poet pursued the usual course, when he said,—
"When I am sad, to sadness I applie
Each leaf, each flower, each herbe, that I passe bye."
Ethel looked on the fair face of nature only to see one image, and she now surrounded it with all the agonies of doubt.
