What is a Magdalen's death?

There are certain conditions of the human mind when all things on earth seem to wear a gloomy aspect—every sound thrills the soul like a funeral knell—

Then it is that death often becomes desirable—fear vanishes—a strange, reckless daring takes possession of the human soul. 

I can no longer endure this polluting, this festering breath.

Gladly I fly to the refuge that's left me—

Merciful death—

Not sadly, tearfully,

But gladly, cheerfully,

Go to my death.

Priests may refuse to grant sanctified burial thereunto me.

Father, I thank Thee! a blessing is always held

Over the sea.

Aye, in its wildest foam.

Aye, in its thickest gloom,

Blessed is the sea!

Welcome, oh! Sea, with thy breaking and dashings

That never shall cease—

Down in thy angriest, stormiest waters,

Oh, hide me in peace!

Say to the weary face,

Come to thy resting-place,

Slumber in peace.

However great your troubles may be, remember that suide is not a panacea.