The Life Of Agatha

On this day,

It is indeed a memorable and lively day,

And with all it's glowing intentions, a renewal of my mingled thoughts to reconcile what contentions have robbed my fond hopes from my boyish heart.

A secondary commendation that has animated the enthusiasm of my enterprise.

It will bring you great rejoice to possess the knowledge of the explanatory of my intentions.

While in the seclusion of my thoughts,

I have stolen away some few hours of my slumber so that I may render the principal aspect of the allegiance of postponed subjects, and the nugatory success of my virtue.

It is my honourable right in dedicating the disposition of my devoted lines to my dearest companion, of whom will come to be known in these pages by the extolled name of Agatha.

Agatha was the honourable splendour of the situated County that was abode of my forefathers, and was graciously looked upon for her unassuming gentleness; And with all nobility in her ladyship.

We were merry lover's, and have been from early youth.

As time has carried off some few years, my attachment to this maiden has made my heart rich with bliss.

For words are of a hopeless attempt to describe even a portion of the fragrance of her love that has drenched my spirits in an enchanting paradise.

Yet I know not how to obtain the obligation of your affection's symplicity at my youthful heart's door.

Whereby this untutored recite is of all praise to your name.

None have shadowed my heart with a flame ever so similar to the one you eclipsed over my own sorrow's, and had it matched your fragile burthen. 

Yet even now as the mighty waves of heaven's moon has opened up her graceful eye's to guide you to her eternal sea of bliss-

Your flame still bathes my heart in your love, and all my troubles 

borrowed.

She was the semblance that mastered my chequering youth, and the shining beams of the translucent sun that proudly rode past her light over the fragments of old griefs.

She is the mother of nature herself, and I merely a man, a man who will at last, restore the conclusion of her essential and empirical elements with which I could never weep repentance.

Never can I weep with that such as the venom of remorse, and all it's misery.

If these words shall remain eternal to all the world's eye, then her memory will be as immortal as the love I have made to her ladyship.

My every accomplishment that has brought success to my devoted heart, was reflected on the frame of you,

Who has restored loss with love and love with loss, and to whom I wish a bosom full of longevity.