Amelia Stratton Comfield, Alida; or, Miscellaneous Sketches of Incidents During the Late American War
“ One evening as a storm was approaching, and the winds blew tremendously, and the snow began to 115 fall in abundance, Where now, thought Alida, is Theodore? though the cold may pierce and storms molest him, yet there is no friend to sympathise with him in his distress, or to mitigate the heaviness of his cheerless hours, and shed the rays of gladness over his troubled mind.How great the contrast is now with his former fortunes, how severe his afflictions! He feels not so much the loss of wealth, but he sighs for the smiles of former associates and friends. ”
