You have run the good race, and will assuredly reap your reward.

Comfort my dear mother, my brothers, my little sister, with the assurance of what I tell you, and bid them dry their tears.

I can now read the secrets of all hearts, and know how true was Leonard Holt's love for me, and how deep and sincere is his present sorrow.

But I am not permitted to appear to him as I now appear to you.

Often have I heard him invoke me in accents of the wildest despair, and have floated past him on the midnight breeze, but could neither impart consolation to him nor make him sensible of my presence, because his grief was sinful.