Many a Tear

I first heard the name of Margaret Higgs one gloomy afternoon, when
passing over the Chase by Tydenham, with Severn (they don't say "the"
Severn there) trailing itself away through a vale of haze far down on
my right. The aged clergyman I was making the journey with showed me
the mass of rags and grey locks, where the woman sat alone on a rock
on the Chase, saying to me---"Mark that woman, a remarkable being, I
assure you, a woman who during sixteen years has plumbed even the
deeps of human woe; f...