ABSTRACT
But however this was Time wore fast on to the end That Beautiful creature whose Life had been hitherto so happy that heaven might be thought shining through the veil that parted it from the other world—As winter approached wasted with a decay that progressed even faster than the fading of the flowers around her She so long as her strength held out would often desire to be placed on a Sopha at a great open window and in the Glorious sunshine of Wellingtons land would gaze with a smile upon the vast expanse of foliaged vegetation which as she said were to accompany her to the grave “Alexander” she said once “you need not cause flowers to be placed round my head when I am laid in mny coffin for all the flowers that I have known and delighted in will then have gone before me or will be going with me both returning to the hand that gave us they parted for ever from their supporting stems and I parting—But not I do trust for ever—from my own earthly supporter—THEE And now my Alexander ought I not to thank God who as made my death so easy for what is there in this strange and dreamy decline to the tormented death beds of those cursed with some horrid plague or the bloody and succorless anguish of thousands on the feild of battle—Here I can feel this divine light of nature I can feel my heart expanding and my spirit rising with it and in every air that <fans> itself on my face there seems something to me breathed from the glorious world so far away from this I am on but yet so very near to me! You say my love that in childhood the old book Bunyans pilgrims progress 1 delighted you so that I need only mention the Time when Angels appeared with tokens to the pilgrims in the Land of Beulah—which were signs that they should now prepare to cross the river into the City of the king—and so I regard the thoughts which seem brought with these breezes into my mind which tell me that beyond us there is a world which will repay all the horrors and Oh they are indeed horrors of sepearation[sic] and death and the grave!”
