"How happy I am that I am gone! My dear friend what a thing is the heart of man! To leave you from whom I have been inseparable whom I love so dearly and yet to feel happy! I know you will forgive me. Have not other attachments been specially appointed by fate to torment a head like mine? Poor Leonora! and yet I was not to blame.

Was it my fault that whilst the peculiar charms of her sister afforded me an agreeable entertainment a passion for me was engendered in her feeble heart? And yet am I wholly blameless? Did I not encourage her emotions? Did I not feel charmed at those truly genuine expressions of nature which though but little mirthful in reality so often amused us? Did I not but oh! what is man that he dares so to accuse himself ? My dear friend I promise you I will improve; I will no longer as has ever been my habit continue to ruminate on every petty vexation which fortune may dispense; I will enjoy the present and the past shall be for me the past."