To lose a sister, to see her no more, live with her no more, my poor friend, oh! I can well believe you are desolate.


Letters (1866 edition)


To lose a sister, to see her no more, live with her no more, my poor friend, oh! I can well believe you are desolate.

To lose a sister, to see her no more, live with her no more, my poor friend, oh! I can well believe you are desolate.

To lose a sister, to see her no more, live with her no more, my poor friend, oh! I can well believe you are desolate.

To lose a sister, to see her no more, live with her no more, my poor friend, oh! I can well believe you are desolate.