text:  What was her money--the dross which mankind yearned after--but for its use to him but for the power it might exercise amongst men to elevate and ennoble _him_? What was her palace but a dungeon if it rendered her beloved more miserable than ever if it added daily to the troubles he had brought there--to the cares which had accumulated on his head from the very hour she had become his mate? Michael Allcraft! you never deserved this woman for your wife; you told her so many times and perhaps you meant what was wrung from your heart in its anguish