'Why this should be such a pleasure to me, thou msyest easily guess. Not that we shall often revisit this spot, yet when we speak thereof, the thought of having friends to whom our early days were known, and the father and mother of our faithful servant still resident herein, will be pleasant to us, though we may be away from them. Does Ralphe Goodynge bind his successors?' 'No, not beyond the possession of his right and title to the estate; and this I think but fair. He has no objection, as a relative, to make this spot a pleasant place of remembrance both for friendship and affection's sake; but he will not undertake to bind upon others that which he conceives only to concern himself. I do not think this unreasonable. It is not, Ellen, as if it were a place of public resort, or a place dedicated to any special purpose, either to religion or to the administration of justice, or even to public entertainment. It was built for thee, and unless in future generations it could be devoted to similar purposes, and that is not likely, for it is not his intention to rebuild the mansion, I see no reason why he should be expected to preserve it. There will not be another Ellen De Freston to inhabit it.' Whether this was gratifying or not to Ellen, she did not reply, but, with a sigh, she leaned upon her husband's arm, as they entered the Tower. There are feelings, sensations, ideas, thoughts, and reflections, which cannot be spoken, and perhaps are never less able to be uttered than when we feel perfectly conscious that we have, even near to us as life, a being who can fully appreciate all we might express. A sigh, if it could be defined, would speak perhaps an eloquence as yet unknown. There is a spirit speaking in a sigh Which words convey not unto human ears. That which it is not, mortal tongues may speak: That which it is, no words were ever found To give its meaning to the list'ning world. The world!--oh no! the world would never hear The sigh of pure affection in the soul, Contrition's sigh, or aspiration's sound, The wish for things unseen, though not unfelt The thought of being perfect, or of hope Of gaining that perfection which delights In joyful innocence, of bliss untold-- I speak not of the sigh of deep regret For sins innumerable--groans, indeed! Unutterable groans those sighs become. And well become the guilty hearts of men; And if sincere, the Comforter will come With holy calmness to the troubled soul, And give it peace. There is a sigh for bliss-- Yes, seraph's blissfulness--to speak with those With whom we held communion on earth, On things of Heaven--can that sigh be told? No, 'tis the thought of immaterial light, Brighter than sun's most fervid-glowing ray, In clearest atmosphere of brilliant day.