LXXXIII.

"My charges upon record will outlast[hn] The brass of both his epitaph and tomb." "Repent'st thou not," said Michael, "of some past Exaggeration? something which may doom Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast Too bitter--is it not so?--in thy gloom Of passion?"--"Passion!" cried the phantom dim, "I loved my country, and I hated him.