ABSTRACT
When the very soul is annihilateda by some sudden and unexpected evil, the outward frame is calm – no appearance of emotion, of tears, of repining, gives notice of the approaching evil. Calanthab motionless, re-perused Glenarvon’s letter, and spoke with gentleness to those who addressed her. Oh! did the aunt that loved her, as she read that barbarous letter, exhibit equal marks of fortitude? No: in tears, in reproaches, she vented her indignation: but still Calantha moved not.
