'What can minister to a mind diseased?'
And—
'Give physic to the dogs.'"
Here my mother, with a pathetic look, motioned her to be silent—but in vain.
"Nay, my dear Julia!" said she, "I must speak: my dear cousin Helen will not know else how I have cried and lain awake all night with thinking of her miseries."
"She does not doubt your kind sympathy, dear aunt—she does not, indeed!"
"But she cannot be sure of it, Mrs. Charles, unless I tell her of it, and tell her
'I cannot. But remember, such folks were,
And were most dear to all.'
Oh! he had
——'An eye like Mars!'