Mathilda

permit a friend, a sincere, affectionate friend, I will be one, to convey some relief, some momentary pause to your sufferings.

linor on her death bed, her sweet features changed, and the soft spirit that animated her gradually waning into extinction.

He received a letter from her to say that she was slightly ill, but telling him to hasten to her, that from his eyes she would receive health and that his company would be her surest medecine.