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Even still conflicting happiness, shake his soul
and bid him drain the dregs of pleasures bowl
till palled with vice, he breaks his former it had nothing new to off
er, and { ?} with repetition
"he felt the fulness of satiety"]

and turned even with loathing, turned from the very object which
in the freshness of novelty, he had sought with such ardour, and
pursued with such impetuousity.
" With pleasure drugged he almost longed for more."
at least he longed for change. In the state of exhaustion in
which he often found himself after the morals in which he
indulged--he had leisure to feel--to think
Sick at heart--depressed in spirits--worn out in strength--
he vainly sought for relief in the society of companions of
his intoxicating joys--they had nothing to offer but fresh excite-
ments which if indulged in, did but increase the {musings?} they were intended
to alleviate. Madam Lune-
ville { ?} , instead of soothing feelings; he had once thought
the pleasures of her secret inexhaustable--but even here he
found he had drained the cup to the dregs and after receiving
all that she had to give, his heart craved for what she
had not to give, and what virtue only can bestow.
At such moments--to feel--to think-- was to be
restored to his wife--the recollection of the happy hours
he had passed with her--of her innocence--purity-tender-
ness--would { ?} his mind with out the force of
contrast and he would turn with disgust from the woman
who had seduced him from the tranquil
enjoyments of home.
But these moments of langour, would be succeeded
by those of rest, and rest would restore his spirits and
renovated spirits would again lead him into the same
excesses.--Alterations such as those kept him ever restless,
ever unhappy, even in the pursuit of pleasure. His home,
when he was driven to it, by ennui or disgust--his home was
not what it had once been--He was too frequent a deserter,
to repeated an offender to be received there with
an affection. Sometimes when sick, sad, or weary, he sought
its shelter-- he found it filled with gaiety from