e change, however
wide and deep the darkness which stretches between what is and what is
not yet, we cannot lose ourselves therein. Identity will still be
ours, and memory, the Janus-headed, will still pursue us, calling to
our minds the enacted evil and that good which, having been, must
always be. For we are immortal, and though we put off the mortal dress
--yes, though our forms become as variable as the clouds, and assume
proportions of which we cannot dream--yet shall memory companion us
and identity remain. For we are each fashioned apart for ever, and
built about with such an iron wall of individual life that all the
force of time and change cannot so much as shake it. And while I am
myself, and yet in any shape endure, of this be certain--the love that
is a part of me will endure also. Oh, herein is set my hope--nay, not
my hope, for hope upon the tongue whispers doubt within the heart, but
the most fixed unchanging star of all my heaven. It is not always
night, for the Dawn is set beyond the night; and oh, my heart's
beloved, at daybreak we shall meet again!

"Oh! Arthur, even now I long for the purer air and flashing sympathies
of that vast Hereafter, when the strong sense of knowledge shall
scarcely find a limit ere it overleaps it; when visible power shall
radiate from our being, and living on together through countless
Existences, Periods, and Spheres, we shall progress from majesty to
ever-growing majesty! Oh, for the day when you and I, messengers from
the Seat of Power, shall sail high above these darkling worlds, and,
seeing into each other's souls, shall learn what love's communion is!

"Do not think me foolish, dear, for writing to you thus. I do not wish
to make you the victim of an outburst of thought that you may think
hysterical. But perhaps I may never be able to write to you again in
this way; your wife, if you are married, may be jealous, or other
things may occur to prevent it. I feel it, therefore, necessary to
tell you my inmost thoughts now whilst I can, so that you may always
remember them during the long coming years, and especially when you
draw near to the end of the journey. I hope, dearest Arthur, that
nothing will ever make you forget them, and also that, for the sake of
the pure love you will for ever bear me, you will always live up to
your noblest and your best, for in this way our meeting will be made
more perfect.

"Of course it is possible that you may still be free, and, af