Anxiety for his safety, the exhaustion of giving me life prostrated her delicate constitution.

She died as I was being born.
I have always kept her picture beside me.

I have always been bound to her by a tender and mystical love.

During all the years of my life my feeling for her could not have been more intense and personal if I had had the experience of daily association with her through boyhood and youth.
What girlish wistfulness and sadness there are in her eyes! What a gentle smile is upon her lips, as if she would deny the deep foreboding of a spirit that peered into a perilous future! Her dark hair falls in rich strands over her forehead in an elfin and elegant disorder.

Her slender throat rises gracefully from an unloosened collar.