BE TRUE. o9

she was beautiful: but she is dead!
and what is wealth or all the world
to me now?

« My friends urge the necessity of
my mingling again in scenes of gay-
ety, and thus dissipate the dreadful
gloom that hangs over my spirit.
But this I cannot do; my greatest
need is solitude and repose. I have
heard that the place where you live
is calm and beautiful as the dreams
of other days. I have thought, my
dear madam, of spending the ensu-
ing summer with you. The society
of your sprightly daughters (of your
youngest, the namesake of my dear
Amelia, I have thought much) will
be cheering and pleasant to me;
while your own heart, my dear
madam, so recently stricken by sor-
row, will feel the right sympathy for