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“April 20. Thought sadly of errors and shortcomings. At church a penitential psalm helped me much, and the sermon more. I felt assured that, whatever may be my fate beyond this life, I should always seek, love, and rejoice in the good. Thus, even in hell, one might share by sympathy the heavenly victory.” “May 5. I begin in great infirmity of spirit a week which brings many tasks. First, I must proceed in the matter of Norman's injury to my estate, either to a suit or a settlement by arbitration unless I can previously come to an understanding with N.” A heavy affliction was soon to drive all other thoughts from her mind. On May 19, a telegram arrived from Italy saying, “Samuel Ward expired peacefully.” She writes: “Nothing could be more unexpected than this blow. Dear Broa Sam had long since been pronounced out of danger.... Latterly we have heard of him as feeble, and have felt renewed anxiety, but were entirely unprepared for his death.” “May 20. Dark days of nothingness these, to-day and yesterday. Nothing to do but be patient and explore the past.”
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