I watched her last Sunday with an aching heart fearing lest the last service had been rendered to she who I love most and best, but my heart fills with renewed love and gratitude to the kind physician for watering afresh our most treasured flower. She is still distressingly feeble but assures me she is feeling quite comfortable this morning. You little know how wretchedly I felt both in mind and body at the time you wrote me. We forget to lean on a strong arm that could and would support us, but sit wondering how dark the cloud is and how long before it's to burst.
Mystery always magnifies danger like fog the sun.
How I wish I could be the woman that I'd wish to be. Perfectly right are you in saying the hard part is to live out the doctrine I so truly advocate, but after all a complex web is human life and almost every life has a thread of sable running through the wool. I believe all things are marshaled by design and carefully tended by benevolence. Our judge is richous. He remembers and notes all our cares, diseases, toils and frailties.