So I am anxious to go, of course.
Robert will have told you of our dear friend here.

We began by finding him much better than we expected, but gradually the sad truth deepens that he is very ill--oh, it deepens and saddens at once.

The face lights up with the warm, generous heart; then the fire drops, and you see the embers.

The breath is very difficult--it is hard to live.

He leans on the table, saying softly and pathetically 'My God! my God!' Now and then he desires aloud to pass away and be at rest.