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As Hollingsworth once told e! He was

ruined, redient, the want

of which, I occasionally suspect, has rendered my own life all an

emptiness I by no means wish to die Yet, were there any cause, in

this whole chaos of hu for, and

which my death would benefit, then--provided, however, the effort did

not involve an unreasonable aht be bold

to offer up my life If Kossuth, for example, would pitch the

battlefield of Hungarian rights within an easy ride of , after breakfast, for the conflict, Miles

Coverdale would gladly be his man, for one brave rush upon the levelled

bayonets Further than that, I should be loath to pledge erate my own defects The reader ether changed froled not so ained honor in the world; frostier hearts have imbibed nearmth, and been newly happy Life, however, it must be owned, has

come to rather an idle pass with ht it thither? There is one secret,--I have concealed it all

along, and never meant to let the least whisper of it escape,--one

foolish little secret, which possiblyto do with