There are times when I can think only on the happiness I had once hoped to share with you when heaven itself seemed dimmed by the blessedness I had anticipated on earth.

Herbert, I shall never be another's wife, and it will not be misery to think of me in heaven.

Oh, no, we shall meet there soon, very soon, never, never more to part.

Why does my pen linger?
Alas! it cannot trace the word farewell.

Yet why does it so weakly shrink?
'tis but for a brief space, and we shall meet where that word is never heard, where sorrow and sighing shall be no more.