Daily Thoughts

Even in the saddest woman's soul there linger snatches of old music, odours of flowers long dead and turned to dust, -- pleasant ghosts, which still keep her mind attuned to that which may be in others, though in her never more; till she can hear her own wedding-hymn re-echoed in the tones of every girl who loves, and see her own wedding-torch re-lighted in the eyes of every bride.

Westward Ho! chap. xxix.