But everteeming Nature will create another and another, and thou wilt loose nought by my destruction.[84] "Thou wilt ever be the same.

Recieve then the grateful farewell of a fleeting shadow who is about to disappear, who joyfully leaves thee, yet with a last look of affectionate thankfulness.

Farewell! Sky, and fields and woods; the lovely flowers that grow on thee; thy mountains & thy rivers; to the balmy air and the strong wind of the north, to all, a last farewell.

I shall shed no more tears for my task is almost fulfilled, and I am about to be rewarded for long and most burthensome suffering.

Bless thy child even even [_sic_] in death, as I bless thee; and let me sleep at peace in my quiet grave." I feel death to be near at hand and I am calm.