See! there all pale and dead she lies;
Forever flow my streaming eyes—
There dwelt the fairest—loveliest mind,
Faith, sweetness, wit together join’d.
Dwelt faith and wit and sweetness there?
O, view the change, and drop a tear.
MY brother is exceedingly agitated—He will never support this disastrous stroke—Nothing can attract his attention—nothing allay his grief—but it is the affliction of reason and not of weakness—God grant that it prove not fatal to him.
Adieu!—Adieu!
LETTER LII.
Harrington to Worthy.