May she call me soon also!
Dear and kind friend, I would comfort you, but I am powerless. Let us love and pray.
My remembrances to Lord William; kisses to Emmanuel, the treasure whom she so much loved, and to yourself, the expression of the maternal affection of my desolate heart.
COMTESSE DE T——.
Madame de T—— survived this last affliction only a few months, and the Campo Santo received yet another tomb. May these delineations of love so pure and Christian, and of resignation so sublime, benefit at least some souls! This is the editor’s sole aim.
The premature end of Lady Margaret has unfortunately only too soon facilitated the sorrowful task of the friend who has been desirous of revealing to loving hearts the private life of her dear Georgina, this poetic flower of Ireland, transplanted to the soil of this our France, which became the second country of her heart, and which she loved even to death.
PROSE AND POETRY OF ANCIENT MUSIC.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds