I do wish to know exactly how you are; so never think you can tell me too much about this.
I do trust all that severe suffering is to end in restored health.
How strange it Must seem to you to be obliged to be quiet and inactive!
But how many who have fought God's battles here have been so taught to know where the strength is which is to win the fight?
God bless you through it all, dear Mr. Sumner! He knows how hard it is for you,—harder for your friends, perhaps,—that you should stand and wait, and suffer, alas too.
wrote, Feb. 8, 1859:—
Nov. 25, 1858;2
and while stopping for a day at Avignon3
he was struck with a sharp pain in the left leg, which prostrated him. He attempted a walk; and people in the streets stopped to look at the strange figure of one who seemed so old in gait and yet whose face was that of youth.
This relapse was most discouraging, and he was almost in despair.
, a city of fifty thousand inhabitants in 1859, lies on the Gulf of Lyons, within easy distance from Cette on the west, and Nimes
and Arles to the east.
It is aside from the track of tourists, and is now less than formerly the resort of invalids, who are repelled by its variable climate and its shadeless and dusty streets.
It has a fine gallery, and is distinguished