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Let this assure thee, that, though diff'rent natures Invest us now, we are the children still Of one great Parent; thou in mortal weeds Of flesh and blood; I in a state inexplicable To human comprehension.—Hear my words.

I listen most intently.

The room in which I died, hath a recess Conceal'd behind the arras, long disused And now forgotten; in it stands a casket, The clam shell of our house is traced upon it; Open, and read the paper therein lodged. When my poor body is to earth committed, Do this without delay. And now, farewell! I must depart.

Ah! whither, dearest Emma? Will a moment Transport thee to Heaven's court of blessedness, To extasy and glory?

These are presumptuous words. My place, appointed In mercy to a weak and sinful creature,