- cesses of his heart; deeds of guilt concealed
from other eyes, he now dwelt upon to Calantha with horrid pleasure. "Shrink not, start not," he exclaimed, when she trembled at each new confession. "Proud, even of my crimes, shalt thou become, poor victim of thy mad infatuation; this is the man for whom thou leavest Avondale! Mark me Calantha,—view me as I am, nor say hereafter that Glenarvon could deceive." "And do you never feel remorse?" she said.—"Never." "Do you believe?—" His countenance for one moment altered. "I know not," he said, and he was grave. "Oh must I become as hard as wicked" she said, bursting into tears. He pressed her mournfully to his bosom. "Weep," he replied, "I like to see your tears; they are the last tears of expiring virtue. Henceforward you will shed no more."
Those who have given way to the violence of any uncontrouled passion, know
