Various, The Mirror of Literature, Amusement…
“ Often shall I think of her unhappy destiny." "Marie was only a name that she adopted, and we called her, because she could never bear to hear her own. "Isabelle," said she to me, almost at our first meeting, "never name me as he who has destroyed me named me; never, I entreat you, call me dear Louise." "Louise!" exclaimed Henri, growing pale as death; "Louise!" "Yes, Louise Courtin, of Verny!" No sooner had Isabelle uttered these words, than she beheld the young traveller fall senseless beside the grave, feebly repeating the name of Louise. ”
