LETTER LVI.
HARRINGTON to WORTHY.
I am determined to quit this life.
I feel much casier 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 with
horrour---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, O
Harriot!
is dearer than life---Thou hast first fat
out---and I am to follow.—
WERE it possible that I could live with her,
should I be happy? Would her presence restore
peace and tranquillity to my disordered
mind? An no! it never would here—it
never would. I will fly to the place where
she is gone---our love will there be refined---
it will be freed from all criminality—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 with me
what they do with his remains.
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,
It is all one—it is all one!—
