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Ah my dear daughter, I can offer you no consolation, so immense is our unhappiness. You lose an incomparable father and I a husband, a friend, the only object of my love. For forty-two years our hearts and feelings had only one goal, for we were brought up together. All my misfortunes for the past twenty-five years have only been bearable to me because of his support. I am so profoundly devastated that only religion – and you, my dear children – can help me to put up with this life, which I shall henceforth devote to the salvation of my soul.

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Maria Theresa after the death of her husband, in a letter to her daughter Josepha

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