Death cannot separate us, when we cling so close together.

Leave me not alone in the world, so cold, so dark, so dreary,--oh, leave me not alone!" Thus I clung to her, in the abandonment of despair, while words rushed unhidden from my lips.
"Oh, my Gabriella, my child, my poor smitten lamb!" she cried, and I felt her heart fluttering against mine like a dying bird.

"Sorrow has bereft you of reason,--you know not what you say.

Gabriella, it is an awful thing to resist the Almighty God.

Submission is the heritage of dust and ashes.