[CHAPTER XL.]
A LETTER FROM HOME.
"I thought that our old life was over and done with,
And ever apart we would wander alone,
That Clotho had broken the distaff she spun with,
Weaving the weird web that made my life one with
Your own.
"Yea, but this letter unbidden appeareth,
A sorrowful ghost of the sweetness of yore.
Bringing dear thoughts which the lonely heart cheereth,