I would say; Woodville, rejoice with your friend, I triumph now and am most happy.

But I check these expressions; these may not be the consolations of the living; they weep for their own misery, and not for that of the being they have lost.

No; shed a few natural tears due to my memory: and if you ever visit my grave, pluck from thence a flower, and lay it to your heart; for your heart is the only tomb in which my memory will be enterred.
My death is rapidly approaching and you are not near to watch the flitting and vanishing of my spirit.

Do no[t] regret this; for death is a too terrible an [_sic_] object for the living.

It is one of those adversities which hurt instead of purifying the heart; for it is so intense a misery that it hardens & dulls the feelings.