ABSTRACT
Mrs. Powerscourt, whose restrained sorrow had forborne to interrupt the parting soul, sunk upon the lifeless corpse of her friend, and pressed the yet-warm lips with a fervid kiss. Then receiving the terrified children into her arms, ‘Ever dear and sacred trust,’ she exclaimed, ‘living images of your angel mother: dear lost companion! pleasing friend! faithful partaker of all my youthful joys! – By all the anguish of this excruciating separation, – by all / the endearing remembrances which my impassioned memory shall ever preserve, – by all my hopes of meeting thy approving spirit in a happier world, I will discharge my trust to these sweet innocents, and for their sakes subdue the keen regret which would make life appear a barren desart, bereft of thy endearing loveliness.’
