(NOTE, ENCLOSED.)
O, Juliet—if it should come to pass—if he should be
taken from me, what will become of me? Juliet, dear,
blessed Juliet—I cannot leave him, even to write this—
every breath that he draws, goes to my heart—O, it is a
judgment upon me. I have forgotten to pray—forgotten
to—nay, what have I not forgotten—what was left to
me, after I forgot my Maker—. O, Father of mercies,
Father! spare him!—O, spare him!—. I must
go to the bed side—he moves—farewell—if you receive
this, you will understand it. The word death, may not
be in it—but Death will be the bearer—.
