Excerpt from Locksley Hall Sixty Years After, Etc Locksley Hall "Curse him!" curse you fellow-victim? call him dotard in your rage? Eyes that lured a doting boyhood well might fool a dotard's age. Jilted for a wealthier! wealthier? yet perhaps she was not wise; I remember how yon kiss'd the miniature with those sweet eyes. In the hall there hangs a painting - Amy's arms about my neck - Happy children in a sunbeam sitting on the ribs of wreck. In my life there was a picture, she that clasp'd my neck had flown; I was left within the shadow sitting on the wreck alone. Yours has been a slighter ailment, will you sicken for her sake? You, not you! your modern amourist is of easier, earthlier make. Amy loved me, Amy fail'd me, Amy was a timid child; But your Judith - but your worldling - she had never driven me wild.