That have I found and found through you, and bless you for it, though death be needful to its keeping.

There is another birth than that of the flesh, through this so great love, which can upon itself beget immortality of love unto the understanding of all which is above.

A greater end of love than the life of worlds there is, which is love itself.

That end have I attained through this great love in my own soul which you have shown me, else should I have never known it there, and died so, having lived to myself alone, and been no true lover.
"Lot Gordon." And hesitated, reading it over; but at length tore that into shreds, and wrote yet again: "Dear Child,--I pray you when I am gone that you wear the pretty gowns and the trinkets which I offered you once, for I would fain give you for your happiness more than my poor life." Tears of self-pity fell from Lot's eyes as he wrote the last; then he laughed scornfully at himself, and tore that up.

"Self dies hard," said he.
He wrote no more to Madelon, but now to Burr: "Dear Cousin," he wrote, "I have this day discovered that my life is in imminent danger from the wound.