The feelings with which you cannot sympathize will seem weakness and folly, and a daughter must not scorn a mother's bosom record.
"Remember how lonely, how unfriended I was.

The only eye that had beamed on me with love was closed in death, the only living person on whom I had any claims was cruel and unkind.

Blame me not that I listened to a stranger's accents, that I received his image into my heart, that I enthroned it there, and paid homage to the kingly guest.
"It is in vain to linger thus.

I met him again and again.

I learned to measure time and space by one line--where he _was_, and where he was _not_.