“It may yet befall, that the ark which has floated through the waste of waters may find its resting-place, and the trembling inmate debark on the shores of an unknown but purer world.” * * * * * * * *

CHAPTER XXXI.

There is an oak beside the froth-clad pool,

Where in old time, as I have often heard,

A woman desperate, a wretch like me,

Ended her woes!—Her woes were not like mine!

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————————Ronan will know;

When he beholds me floating on the stream,

His heart will tell him why Rivine died!