s! They were the very type of love in its holiest and most
enduring shape: their hearts had grown together; their being had flowed
through caves and deserts, and reflected the storms of an angry Heaven;
but its waters had indissolubly mingled into one! Young, gifted, noble,
and devoted, they were worthy victims of this blighting and bitter
world! Their garden was turned into a wilderness; but, like our first
parents, it was hand in hand that they took their solitary way! Evil
beset them, but they swerved not; the rains and the winds fell upon
their unsheltered beads, but they were not bowed; and through the mazes
and briers of this weary life, their bleeding footsteps strayed not,
for they had a clew! The mind seemed, as it were, to become visible and
external as the frame decayed, and to cover the body with something of
its own invulnerable power; so that whatever should have attacked the
mortal and frail part, fell upon that which, imperishable and divine,
resisted and subdued it!

It was unfortunate for Glendower that he never again met Wolfe: for
neither fanaticism of political faith, nor sternness of natural temper,
subdued in the republican the real benevolence and generosity which
redeemed and elevated his character; nor could any impulse of party zeal
have induced him, like Crauford, systematically to take advantage of
poverty in order to tempt to participation in his schemes. From a more
evil companion Glendower had not yet escaped: Crauford, by some means or
other, found out his abode, and lost no time in availing himself of the
discovery. In order fully to comprehend his unwearied persecution of
Glendower, it must constantly be remembered that to this persecution
he was bound by a necessity which, urgent, dark, and implicating life
itself, rendered him callous to every obstacle and unsusceptible of all
remorse. With the exquisite tact which he possessed, he never openly
recurred to his former proposal of fraud: he contented himself with
endeavouring to persuade Glendower to accept pecuniary assistance, but
in vain. The veil once torn from his character no craft could restore.
Through all his pretences and sevenfold hypocrisy Glendower penetrated
at once into his real motives: he was not to be duped by assurances of
friendship which he knew the very dissimilarities between their natures
rendered impossible. He had seen at the first, despite all allegations
to the contrary, that in the fraud Crauford had propose