Is it romanticism or is it mourning and melancholia?

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During our walk, Clerval endeavoured to say a few words of consolation;he would only express his heartfelt sympathy.

'Poor William!' said he, dear lovely child, he now sleeps with his angel mother! Who that had seen him bright and joyous

in his young beauty , but must weep over his untimely loss! To die so miserably; to feel the murderer's grasp! How much

more a murderer that could destroy radiant innocence! Poor little fellow! one only consolation have we; his friends mourn

and weep, but he is at rest. The pang is over, his sufferings are at an end for ever. A sod covers his gentle form, and he

knows no pain. He can no longerbe a subject for pity; we must reserve that for miserable survivors.'