I have but few requests to make: Yet let me hope that what few I have shall be granted.

Let a solemn Mass be said for my soul's repose, and another for that of my beloved Mother.

Not that I doubt her resting in her Grave: I am now convinced that my reason wandered, and the falsehood of the Ghost's prediction is sufficient to prove my error.

But every one has some failing: My Mother may have had hers, though I knew them not: I therefore wish a Mass to be celebrated for her repose, and the expence may be defrayed by the little wealth of which I am possessed.

Whatever may then remain, I bequeath to my Aunt Leonella.