Are you not young, and fair, and good?
Why should you despair?
Or if you must for yourself, why for others?
If you can never be happy, can you never bestow happiness[ ?] Oh! believe me, if you beheld on lips pale with grief one smile of joy and gratitude, and knew that you were parent of that smile, and that without you it had never been, you would feel so pure and warm a happiness that you would wish to live for ever again and again to enjoy the same pleasure[.] "Come, I see that you have already cast aside the sad thoughts you before franticly indulged.

Look in that mirror; when I came your brow was contracted, your eyes deep sunk in your head, your lips quivering; your hands trembled violently when I took them; but now all is tranquil and soft.

You are grieved and there is grief in the expression of your countenance but it is gentle and sweet.

You allow me to throw away this cursed drink; you smile; oh, Congratulate me, hope is triumphant, and I have done some good." These words are shadowy as I repeat them but they were indeed words of fire and produced a warm hope in me (I, miserable wretch, to hope!) that tingled like pleasure in my veins.

He did not leave me for many hours; not until he had improved the spark that he had kindled, and with an angelic hand fostered the return of somthing that seemed like joy.