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to tell my deep and yearning sympathy
for you my poor, bereaved friend.
The weary wailing soul has been
mine to travel for years and the
struggle to live and bear my long
inheritance! The only way it has
been done seems summed up,
in These Mighty Words - "Be still and
know that I am God". Only, only
in that way have I gone on and on.
As I dwell upon all you are
passing through, and know how
sudden & unexpected it was at
the last it seemeth more than
can be borne and my heart
aches for you with pain untold!
Some kind caller came to me, the
day before the papers announced
the "end had come" - I could not
believe my eyes, for I felt and
hoped with you, your beloved had

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taken a new lease of life and it indeed seemed
like it. But, who can tell "the day or the hour" the
grim messenger will give his call?

You both came before me so vividly; through your
welcome letter and I thanked you for every kind
word and the "friendly greeting" sent, seems almost
among the last of your husband's words. My little
remembrance and your kind letter in return, seem
to me, a heart prompting almost prophetic; our
husbands, so soon to meet, in His glorious kingdom.
where there will be no more parting and pain. In his
own good time, He will let us go to them, "Not lost,
but gone before". I do not know, that you will be able
to read my letter and I must not inflict poor words upon
you, but, "sympathy is sweet" and you have it my stricken friend.