When you read this letter, Elizabeth, you must remember the poor sailor who is frozen up here, and not forget it afterwards till we meet again, which I would give half my life-blood or more for, if it was any use, as I am consuming away with impatience up here--I have such a longing to see you again.

And now, farewell from my heart, and God bless you.

I will trust you and hope in you till my last hour, come what may.

Farewell, my dearest girl, with fond love from "SALVE KRISTIANSEN." This letter cost Elizabeth many a tear.

She sat over it in the evenings before she went to bed, and felt so poignantly that it was she who had brought him to this--that he could not trust her; for she understood but too well what lay between the lines.