Do you indeed sleep, Mathilda?
Spirits of Good, behold the tears of my earnest prayer! Bless my child! Protect her from the selfish among her fellow creatures: protect her from the agonies of passion, and the despair of disappointment! Peace, Hope and Love be thy guardians, oh, thou soul of my soul: thou in whom I breathe! * * * * * ["]I dare not read my letter over for I have no time to write another, and yet I fear that some expressions in it might displease me.

Since I last saw you I have been constantly employed in writing letters, and have several more to write; for I do not intend that any one shall hear of me after I depart.

I need not conjure you to look upon me as one of whom all links that once existed between us are broken.

Your own delicacy will not allow you, I am convinced, to attempt to trace me.

It is far better for your peace that you should be ignorant of my destination.