Clarissa Harlowe by Samuel Richardson

Tueday, Sept. 5, Six o'clock / The lady remains exceedingly weak and ill. Her intellects, nevertheless, continue clear and strong, and her piety and patience are without example. Everyone thinks this night will be her last. What a shocking thing is that to say of such an excellence! She will not, however, send away her letter to her Norton, as yet. She endeavoured in vain to superscribe it: so desired me to do it. Her fingers will not hold the pen with the requisite steadiness.

-- She has, I fear, written and read her last! / Eight o'clock.