I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

And,' added she musingly, 'the thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all.

I'm tired of being enclosed here.

I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me--very soon that will be altered.