LXXXV.

Our gentle Adeline had one defect—

Her heart was vacant, though a splendid mansion;

Her conduct had been perfectly correct,

As she had seen nought claiming its expansion.

A wavering spirit may be easier wrecked,

Because 't is frailer, doubtless, than a staunch one;

But when the latter works its own undoing,

Its inner crash is like an Earthquake's ruin.

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