(While I look on you coldly, not seeming to see,)
I esteem, and admire,
That is all you desire—
Think well of me always, but never love me!
Provoking! thus to have my own words turned against me, at the close of these unexpected verses. I saw Edla frequently after this; but my evanescent vows, were never after tolerated even for a moment, and thus, when too late, her prophecy was fulfilled—I loved her. But Edla Fane is now a happy wife and mother, and I—a Bachelor.
MY STUDY.
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BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER.
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