‘It is the same together or apart, From life’s commencement to its slow decline: We are entwined; let death come slow or fast, The tie which bound the first endures the last.’ _Byron_. To describe the feelings of Fenella Barrington at this period would be almost impossible. Not because no one has ever felt so deeply as she did, but because such thoughts are not to be adequately portrayed in black and white. Arraigned before the judgment of the world, they would appear foolish, romantic, overstrained, and perhaps culpable; to each individual heart alone, according to the circumstances under which they found it, must they answer for the consequences. Fenella’s heart was in an exceptional cond…
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