“And my heart throbbed with an exquisite bliss.”

Charles Dickens' incredibly touching obituary for William Makepeace Thackeray:

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/In_Memoriam_W._M._Thackeray

"I remember his once asking me with fantastic gravity, when he had been to Eton where my eldest son then was, whether I felt as he did in regard of never seeing a boy without wanting instantly to give him a sovereign? I thought of this when I looked down into his grave, after he was laid there, for I looked down into it over the shoulder of a boy to whom he had been kind."