_Harrington_ to _Worthy_.
_Boston._
I AM determined to quit this life. I feel much easier since my
determination. The step must not be taken with rashness. I must be
steady—calm—collected—I will endeavour to be so.—
HER eager solicitation—the anxiety she always expressed for me—When I
think she is no more, it wrings my heart with grief, and fills my eyes
with tears—
—I must go—
THE idea chills me—I am frozen with horrour—cold damps hang on my
trembling body—My soul is filled with a thousand troubled sensations—I
must depart—it must be so—My love for thee, O _Harriot!_ is dearer than
life—Thou hast first sat out—and I am to follow.—
WERE it possible that I _could live_ with her, should I be happy? Would
her presence restore peace and tranquility to my disordered mind? Ah no!
it never would _here_—it _never_ would. I will fly to the place where
she is gone—our love will there be refined—I will lay my sorrows before
her—and she shall wipe away all tears from my eyes.
WHEN the disembodied spirit flies above—when it leaves behind the
senseless clay, and wings its flight—it matters not to me what they do
with his remains.
Cover his head with a clod or a stone,
It is all one—it is all one!