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"My last supplication of all, is this; and with it, I will

relieve you of a visitor with whom I well know you have nothing

in unison, and between whom and you there is an impassable space.

It is useless to say it, I know, but it rises out of my soul. For

you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. If my career

were of that better kind that there was any opportunity or

capacity of sacrifice in it, I would embrace any sacrifice for

you and for those dear to you. Try to hold me in your mind, at

some quiet times, as ardent and sincere in this one thing. The

time will come, the time will not be long in coming, when new

ties will be formed about you--ties that will bind you yet more

tenderly and strongly to the home you so adorn--the dearest ties

that will ever grace and gladden you.