Why should I hesitate to speak the truth?
The blessed Saviour, to whose arms I so soon shall go, will give you strength to bear this; He hath promised that He will, my own Herbert, my first, my only love.

My Saviour calls me, and to Him, oh, can you not without tears resign me ?" "Mary," murmured the unhappy Herbert, "Mary, oh, do not, do not torture me.

You will not die; you will not leave me desolate." "I shall not die, but live, my beloved--live, oh, in such blessedness! 'tis but a brief, brief parting, Herbert, to meet and love eternally." "You are ill, you are weak, my own Mary, and thus death is ever present to your mind; but you will recover, oh, I know, I feel you will.

My God will hear my prayers." "And He will grant them, Herbert--oh, doubt Him not, grant them, even in my removal.

He takes me not from you, my Herbert, He but places me, where to seek me, you must look to and love but Him alone; and will you shrink from this?
Will that spirit, vowed to His service from your earliest boyhood, now murmur at His will?
Oh, no, no; my Herbert will yet support and strengthen his Mary, I know, I feel he will.