giulia-93 - Ominide - 22 Punti
clarissa's daeth
I may as well try to write; since, were I to go to bed, I shall not sleep. I never had such a weight of grief upon my mind in my life, as upon the demise of this admirable woman; whose soul is now rejoicing in the regions of light.

You may be glad to know the particulars of her happy exit. I will try to proceed; for all is hush and still; the family retired; but not one of them, and least of all her poor cousin, I dare say, to rest.

At four o'clock, as I mentioned in my last, I was sent for down; and as thou usedst to like my descriptions, I will give thee the woeful scene that presented itself to me, as I approached the bed.

The colonel was the first that took my attention, kneeling on the side of the bed, the lady's right hand in both his, which his face covered, bathing it with his tears; although she had been comforting him, as the women since told him, in elevated strains but broken accents.

On the other side of the bed sat the good widow; her face overwhelmed with tears, leaning her head against the bed's head in a most disconsolate manner; and turning her face to me, as soon as she saw me; Oh Mr Belford, cried she, with folded hands--the dear lady--a heavy sob not permitting her to say more.

Mrs Smith, with clasped fingers and uplifted eyes, as if imploring help from the only Power which could give it, was kneeling down at the bed's feet, tears in large drops trickling down her cheeks.

Her nurse was kneeling between the widow and Mrs Smith, her arms extended. In one hand she held an ineffectual cordial, which she had just been offering to her dying mistress; her face was swollen with weeping (though used to such scenes as this) and she turned her eyes towards me, as if she called upon me by them to join in the helpless sorrow; a fresh stream bursting from them as I approached the bed.

The maid of the house, with her face upon her folded arms as she stood leaning against the wainscot, more audibly expressed her grief than any of the others.

The lady had been silent a few minutes, and speechless as they thought, moving her lips without uttering a word; one hand, as I said, in her cousin's. But when Ms Lovick on my approach pronounced my name, Oh! Mr Belford, said she in broken periods; and with a faint inward voice, but very distinct nevertheless--Now!--Now!--(I bless God for His mercies to his poor creature) will all soon be over--A few--a very few moments--will end this strife--and I shall be happy!

Comfort here, sir--turning her head to the colonel--Comfort my cousin--see!--the blamable kindness--He would not wish me to be happy--so soon!

Here, she stopped, for two or three minutes, earnestly looking upon him: then resuming, My dearest cousin, said she, be comforted--What is dying but the common lot?--The mortal frame may seem to labour--but that is all!--It is not so hard to die, as I believed it to be!--The preparation is the difficulty--I bless God, I have had time for that--the rest is worse to beholders than to me!--I am all blessed hope--hope itself.

She looked what she said, a sweet smile beaming over her countenance.

After a short silence, Once more, my dear cousin, said she, but still in broken accents, commend me most dutifully to my father and mother--there she stopped. And then proceeding--to my sister, to my brother, to my uncles--and tell them I bless them with my parting breath--Most happy has been to me my punishment here!--happy indeed!

She was silent for a few moments, lifting up her eyes and the hand her cousin held not between his. Then, Oh death! said she, where is thy sting! (The words I remember to have heard in the Burial Service read over my uncle and poor Belton.) And after a pause--It is good for me that I was afflicted!--Words of Scripture, I suppose.

Then turning towards us who were lost in speechless sorrow--Oh dear, dear gentlemen, said she, you know not what foretastes--what assurances--And there she again stopped, and looked up, as if in a thankful rapture, sweetly smiling.

Then turning her heads towards me--Do you, sir, tell your friend that I forgive him! And I pray to God to forgive him!--Again pausing, and lifting up her eyes as if praying that He would--Let him know how happily I die--And that such as my own, I wish to be his last hour.

She was again silent for a few moments: and then resuming--My sight fails me!--Your voices only--(for we both applauded her Christian, her divine frame, though in accents as broken as her own); and the voice of grief is alike in all. Is not this Mr Morden's hand? pressing one of his with that he had just let go. Which is Mr Belford's? holding out the other. I gave her mine. God Almighty bless you both, said she, and make you both--in your last hour--for you must come to this--happy as I am.

She paused again, her breath growing shorter; and, after a few minutes: And now, my dearest cousin, give me your hand--nearer--still nearer--drawing it towards her; and she pressed it with her dying lips--God protect you, dear, dear sir--and once more, receive my best and most grateful thanks--and tell my dear Miss Howe--and vouchsafe to see, and to tell my worthy Mrs Norton--she will be one day, I fear not, though now lowly in her fortunes, a saint in heaven--Tell them both, that I remember them with thankful blessings in my last moments!--And pray God to give them happiness here for many, many years, for the sake of their friends and lovers; and an heavenly crown hereafter; and such assurances of it as I have, through the all-satisfying merits of my blessed Redeemer.

Her sweet voice and broken periods methinks still fill my ears, and never will be out of my memory.

After a short silence, in a more broken and faint accent--And you, Mr Belford, pressing my hand, may God preserve you and make you sensible of all your errors--You see, in me, how all ends--may you be--And down sunk her head upon her pillow, she fainting away, and drawing from us her hands.

We thought she was then gone; and each gave way to a violent burst of grief.

But soon showing signs of returning life, our attention was again engaged; and I besought her, when a little recovered, to complete in my favour her half-pronounced blessing. She waved her hand to us both, and bowed her head six several times, as we have since recollected, as if distinguishing every person present; not forgetting the nurse and the maid-servant; the latter having approached the bed, weeping, as if crowding in for the divine lady's last blessing; and she spoke faltering and inwardly: Bless--bless--bless--you all--and now--and now (holding up her almost lifeless hands for the last time)--come--Oh come--blessed Lord--JESUS!

And with these words, the last but half-pronounced, expired: such a smile, such a charming serenity over-spreading her sweet face at the last instant as seemed to manifest her eternal happiness already begun.

Oh Lovelace!--but I can write no more!
dodda - Genius - 4440 Punti
Morta Clarissa
Posso anche provare a scrivere, in quanto, se dovessi andare a letto, no riuscirei a dormire. Non ho mai avuto un tale peso di dolore nella mia mente in tutta la mia vita, come alla morte di questa donna ammirevole, la cui anima è in festa, nelle regioni della luce.
Sarai felice di sapere i particolari della sua uscita(morte)felice. Cercherò di procedere perché tutto resti in silenzio, la famiglia in pensione, ma non uno di loro, e meno di tutti la sua povera cugina, oserei dire, per riposare.
Alle quattro, come ho detto nella mia ultima, mi è stato inviato............... come la mia descrizione, io ti darò la scena dolorosa che si presentò a me, mentre mi avvicinavo al letto.
Il colonnello è stato il primo che ha avuto la mia attenzione, in ginocchio sul lato del letto, la mano destra della donna in entrambi i suoi, con il volto coperto, bagnato con le sue lacrime, sebbene fosse stata confortante lui, come le donne quanto gli disse , in ceppi elevata ma accenti rotti.
Sull'altro lato del letto sedeva la bella vedova , il suo volto travolto con le lacrime, appoggiando la testa contro il capo del letto, in un modo più sconsolata, e girando la faccia verso di me, non appena mi vide, oh Signor Belford, gridò lei, non con le mani giunte - la cara signorina - un pesante singhiozzo che consente di dire di più.
La signora Smith, con le dita incrociate e gli occhi levati, come implorazione di aiuto, da sola potenza che poteva dare, era inginocchiata ai piedi del letto, le lacrime in grosse gocce scorrevano sulle guance.
La sua infermiera era in ginocchio tra la vedova e la signora Smith, il suo braccio teso.
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