Elizabeth F. Ellet,
Teresa Contarini
“ TeresaAnd you---Contarini---you--- Oh God! do coldly stab him with the weapon His generous virtue gives you! ContariniEven so! TeresaIs there no righteous ministry in heaven, No power, no will, to save the innocent? Is this your justice? Oh! it cannot be--- I wrong even you, to impute such guilt as this! Your hearts are hard---you're cruel---but this pitch Of fiendish cruelty surpasses you! You could not do this! no---you smile---you could not! There's not in human breasts a void so drear, So horrible---whence all that sweetens life Has been driven forth, to welcome hell's words spirits! ”

