“Can I love thee, my beloved—can I love thee?
And is this like love to stand
With no help in my hand,
When strong as death I fain would watch above thee?
May God love thee, my beloved, may God love thee!”
Farewell, dear one, we shall meet no more this side of the grave: but I have a firm belief in the existence of another and a better world, and there, when the sighs and the tears are ended, we shall know the peace the world cannot give us. I pray you now to forget me; and I request as the last request I shall ever make to you not to show this letter to my parents.
Stella.
It is perhaps more easy to imagine what the feelings of a fine manly young fellow like Philip Dolland would be than to describe them when he found himself in possession of this remarkable document. It was all very
