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before long in this world, but if not, I trust there is a tie formed between us, which shall continue in Eternity — if she is like you, I shall know her again there, without her body on, perhaps the better for not having known her here with it.
Letters to her sisters give glimpses of the life at Green Peace during the years 1845-50.
To her sister Louisa
... I assure you it is a delightful but a terrible thing to be a mother.
The constant care, anxiety and thought of some possible evil that may come to the little creature, too precious to be so frail, whose life and wellbeing the mother feels God has almost placed in her hands!
If I did not think that angels watched over my baby, I should be crazy about it.
To her sister Louisa
My trouble has been Chev's illness.... He was taken ill the night of his return, and established himself next morning on the sofa, to be coddled with
Cologne, and dieted with peaches and grapes, when lo, in an hour more, no coddling save that of (
Dr.)
Fisher, no
diet save ipecac and werry thin gruel — chills, nausea, and blue devils.
Bradford to watch by night, Rosy and I by day;
Fisher and I sympathizing deeply in holding the head of a perfectabilian philanthropist.
I making myself active in a variety of ways, bathing Chev's eyes with cologne water by mistake instead of his brow, laying the pillow the wrong way, and
