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Is there aught else that you would charge me with?

Yes, dearest friend, there is—it is my last. Let not my little daughters know of this; They are too young to miss me. Little Moora Will soon forget that she has seen my face; Therefore whoe'er is kind to them they'll love. Say this to her, who will so shortly fill Their mother's place, and she will pity them. Add, if thou wilt, that I such gentle dealings Expected from her hands, and bade thee teach them To love and honour her.

My heart will burst in uttering such words.

Yet for my sake thou'lt do it; wilt thou not? [ motions assent, but cannot speak.]

My brother, my young Samarkoon; my brother, Whom I so loved in early, happy days; Thou top and blossom of my father's house!