‘How can you forgive me, Sir, for having so long delayed to answer a letter which I have had the honour to receive from your Royal Highness, but I was so affected by it as to be utterly unable to do justice to my feelings. Coming whence it came—in such words as were not soon to be forgotten—and under the sanction of one whose mind and whose countenance were from her earliest childhood no less heavenly than her voice—I felt as if it left me no alternative; but when I came to myself and reflected that nothing remained of me but my shadow—a shadow so soon to depart—my heart gave way, and after long deliberation and many conflicts within me, I am come, but with great reluctance, to the resolution that I must decline the offer,1 but subscribing myself, with a gratitude that will not go but with the last beat of my heart,