the grim crocodile itself, that swung from the roof, acquired a value in her eyes.
The last evening arrived, and Henrietta returned from her prolonged visit to her uncle's grave. The misty moonlight that struggled through the black masses of gathering vapours, scarcely sufficed to guide her steps as she passed, languid and lingering, along the narrow path: she had passed through the churchyard the very evening before her former departure for London. How forcibly did the change that had taken place in herself, strike upon her now! Then she was somewhat sad; but it was a sadness soon to be flung aside. The future was before her brilliant, because unknown; she then believed its promises, for she had not proved them, there was so much to which she looked forward: now she looked forward to nothing, for nothing seemed worth having. Alas! the worst part of a heavy sorrow, is the despondency which it leaves behind!
