Yes, that I may not yield at this moment to some temptation of despair, I must firmly believe in a God who loves us, who looks with compassionate eyes upon the anguish of our feeble hearts--who will deign some day to tie again with His paternal hand the knots broken by cruel death!--ah! in presence of the lifeless remains of a beloved being, what heart so withered, what brain so blighted by doubt, as not to repel forever the odious thought that these sacred words: God, Justice, Love, Immortality--are but vain syllables devoid of meaning! Farewell, Paul.

You know what there still remains for me to do.

If you can come, I expect you; if not, my friend, expect me.

Farewell!.