I fasted from morning to night, day after day, but I could not die of starvation; nothing would kill me.

I was alone in the wide world, yet it would not please God to take me to another, much as I prayed to Him.
'Before mother died she told me to go into Wales, and try to find if she had any relations left.

It was all she said, or had strength for; and before she got ill she seldom talked of her friends.

All that I know of them I heard from my father when I was quite a child.

He told me that mother had written to her father when she settled in Ireland, and that her letter had been returned with a note, saying that he was dead, and his only son gone away, no one knew where.