So I must belong to him, and his will is my law.

My prayer at my bedside every night is that I may die for him.

We used to think the idea of death so terrible! Do you remember how we used to shudder together at night when we thought of people lying in the grave?
And now, when I think that perhaps I may some day die for him, I feel like a crying in my heart with joy.
"I have left a letter--sent it, I mean--enclosed to uncle for father.
He will see Edward by-and-by.

Oh! may heaven spare him from any grief.
Rhoda will comfort him.

Tell him how devoted I am.