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124 THE BROKEN HEART. 
every thing we are apt to like in a young man ! 
His conduct under trial, too, was so lofty and in¬ 
trepid. The noble indignation with which lie re¬ 
pelled the charges of treason against his country 
— the eloquent vindication of his name — and his 
pathetic appeal to posterity in the hopeless hour 
of condemnation — all these entered deeply into 
every generous bosom, and even his enemies la¬ 
mented the stern policy that dictated his execu¬ 
tion. 
But there was one heart whose anguish it 
would be impossible to describe. In happier days 
and fairer fortunes, he had won the affections of a 
beautiful and interesting girl, the daughter of a 
late Irish barrister. She loved him with the disin¬ 
terested fervor of a woman’s first and early love. 
When every worldly maxim arrayed itself against 
him, when blasted in fortune, and disgrace and 
danger darkened around his name, she loved him 
the more ardently for his sufferings. If, then, his 
fate could awaken the sympathy even of his foes, 
what must have been the agony of her whose whole 
soul was occupied by his image! Let those tell 
who have the portals of the tomb suddenly closed 
between them and the being they most loved on 
earth — who have sat at its threshold, as one shut 
out in a cold and lonely world, from whence all 
that was most lovely and loving had departed. 
But the horrors of such a grave! so frightful, 
so dishonored ! There was nothing for memory to 
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