Various, Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine…
“ Oh cousin, cousin!—with those rare gifts, what you might have been! what, if you will pass through repentance, and cling to atonement—what, I dare hope, you may yet be! Talk not now of your love; I talk not of mine! Love is a thing gone from the lives of both. Go back to earlier thoughts, to heavier wrongs!—your father—that noble heart which you have so wantonly lacerated, that much-enduring love which you have so little comprehended!"Then with all the warmth of emotion I hurried on—showed him the true nature of honour and of Roland (for the names were one!) ”
