His sight diminishes weekly; and can it be wondered at that, as he sees the most precious of his faculties leaving him, his spirits sometimes sink?
It is so hard to feel that his few and scanty pleasures must all soon go.

He has now the greatest difficulty in either reading or writing; and then he dreads the state of dependence to which blindness will inevitably reduce him.

He fears that he will be nothing in his parish.

I try to cheer him; sometimes I succeed temporarily, but no consolation can restore his sight, or atone for the want of it.

Still he is never peevish; never impatient; only anxious and dejected." For the reason just given, Charlotte declined an invitation to the only house to which she was now ever asked to come.