LETTER LVI.
HarringtontoWorthy.
Boston.
I AM determined to quit this life. I feel much easier since my determination. The step must not be taken with rashness. I must be steady—calm—collected—I will endeavour to be so.—
HER eager solicitation—the anxiety she always expressed for me—When I think she is no more, it wrings my heart with grief, and fills my eyes with tears—
—I must go—
THE idea chills me—I am frozen withhorrour—cold damps hang on my trembling body—My soul is filled with a thousand troubled sensations—I must depart—it must be so—My love for thee, OHarriot!is dearer than life—Thou hast first sat out—and I am to follow.—
WERE it possible that Icould livewith her, should I be happy? Would her presence restore peace and tranquility to my disordered mind? Ah no! it never wouldhere—itneverwould. I will fly to the place where she is gone—our love will there be refined—I will lay my sorrows before her—and she shall wipe away all tears from my eyes.
WHEN the disembodied spirit flies above—when it leaves behind the senseless clay, and wings its flight—it matters not to me what they do with his remains.
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,It is all one—it is all one!
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,It is all one—it is all one!
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,It is all one—it is all one!
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,
It is all one—it is all one!