What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?