text:  of Tallylynn hall when here? I hope I am not irreverent but in truth friend I fear I have almost as vehemently longed for the presence of him once more as for that more awful presence: heaven pardon me if it was wicked! So welcome prison welcome death! Half a hundred and nineteen years spent pleasantly on these green hills free and fresh and hale I can surely afford a few weeks or months to a closer place were it but as in a school for my poor earthly and ignorant soul to purify itself to prepare itself for that glorious place to learn to die