my dear Sir,—I trust that my last letter to my father has in some measure prepared your mind for the melancholy intelligence which this will bring to you. Our beloved Mary is no more.
She expired on Sunday morning, Nov. 29, without pain or suffering, either of body or mind, and with entire resignation to the will of her heavenly Father.
Though her sickness was long, yet I could not bring myself to think it dangerous until near its close.
Indeed, I did not abandon all hope of her recovery till within a very few hours of her dissolution, and to me the blow was so sudden, that I have hardly yet recovered energy enough to write you the particulars of this solemn and mournful event.
When I think, however, upon the goodness and purity of her life, and the holy and peaceful
Boston and New York, Hougton, Mifflin and company, 1902.
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