To-day was Sunday, and Robert proposed that we should go and look at Mary's grave.

He, who forgets nothing where a kindness is to be done, has found time to perform the promise he made to me on the night when we first met.

The grave is already, by his orders, covered with turf, and planted round with shrubs.

Some flowers, and a low headstone, are to be added, to make the place look worthier of my poor lost darling who is beneath it.

Oh, I hope I shall live long after I am married to Robert! I want so much time to show him all my gratitude! May 20th.