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EUGENE ARAM.
CHAPTER IX.
THE STATE OF WALTER'S MIND.—AN ANGLER AND A MAN
OF THE WORLD.—A COMPANION FOUND FOR WALTER.
"This great disease for love I dre,[1]
There is no tongue can tell the wo;
I love the love that loves not me,
I may not mend, but mourning mo."
The Mourning Maiden.
"I in these flowery meads would be,
These crystal streams should solace me,
To whose harmonious bubbling voice
I with my angle would rejoice."
When Walter left his uncle, he hurried, scarcely conscious of his steps, towards his favourite haunt by the water-side. From a child, he had singled out that scene as the witness of his early sorrows or boyish schemes; and still, the solitude of the place cherished the habit of his boyhood.
- ↑ bear.
