At the death of every one whom we love, some fair and honourable portion of our existence falls away, and we are dislodged from one of these dear provinces; and they are not, perhaps, the most fortunate who survive a long series of such impoverishments, till their life and influence narrow gradually into the meagre limit of their own spirits, and death, when he comes at last, can destroy them at one blow.

每当我们所爱的人离世，我们生命中某个美好而可贵的部分便随之失落，我们也被逐出一片珍爱的领地；经历一连串这样的损失而仍活着的人，或许并非最幸运，直到他们的生活与影响渐渐缩回自身心灵的狭小边界，死亡最终到来时，便能将这一切一举摧毁。