NOTES
TO
RECORDS OF WOMAN.
When darkness from the vainly-doting sight,
Covers its beautiful!
"Wheresoever you are, or in what state soever you be, it sufficeth me you are mine. Rachel wept, and would not be comforted, because her children were no more. And that, indeed, is the remediless sorrow, and none else!" From a letter of Arabella Stuart's to her husband. See Curiosities of Literature.
Death!—what, is death a locked and treasured thing,
Guarded by swords of fire?
"And if you remember of old, I dare die.Consider what the world would conceive, if I should be violently enforced to do it." Fragments of her Letters.
