Paragragh 4 page 80
During our walk, Clerval endeavoured to say a few words of consolation;he would only express his heartfelt sympathy.
'Poor William!' said he, dear lovely child, he now sleeps with his angel mother! Who that had seen him bright and joyous
in his young beauty , but must weep over his untimely loss! To die so miserably; to feel the murderer's grasp! How much
more a murderer that could destroy radiant innocence! Poor little fellow! one only consolation have we; his friends mourn
and weep, but he is at rest. The pang is over, his sufferings are at an end for ever. A sod covers his gentle form, and he
knows no pain. He can no longerbe a subject for pity; we must reserve that for miserable survivors.'