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And what, Margaret, will be the state of your mind? You will not

hear of my destruction, and you will anxiously await my return.

Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet

be tortured by hope. Oh! My beloved sister, the sickening failing

of your heart-felt expectations is, in prospect, more terrible to

me than my own death. But you have a husband and lovely children;

you may be happy. Heaven bless you and make you so!