midnight
Comfort my dear mother , my brothers , my little sister , with the assurance of what I tell you , and bid them dry their tears . I can now read the secrets of all hearts , and know how true was Leonard Holt 's love for me , and how deep and sincere is his present sorrow . But I am not permitted to appear to him as I now appear to you . Often have I heard him invoke me in accents of the wildest despair , and have floated past him on the midnight breeze , but could neither impart consolation to him nor make him sensible of my presence , because his grief was sinful . Bid him be comforted . Bid him put a due control upon his feelings . Bid him open his heart anew , and he shall yet be happy , yet love again , and have his love requited .