One long sweet clinging kiss ere I drop into the ocean of death to be lost in its tossing waves.
"Viola." "BELOVED PAPA:-- "Your little daughter is gone.

Her heart, though torn, bleeding, dead, gave, as it were, an after throb of pain as it thought of you.

In life you never denied me a request.

I have one to make from my grave, knowing that you will not deny me.
Love Bernard as your son; draw him to you, so that, when in your old age you go tottering to your tomb in quest of me, you may have a son to bear you up.

Take my lifeless body on your knee and kiss me as you did of old.