Andover, July 31, 1863.
My dear friend,--Your lovely, generous letter was a real comfort to me, and reminded me that a year -and, alas!
a whole year — had passed since I wrote to your dear mother, of whom I think so often as one of God's noblest creatures, and one whom it comforts me to think is still in our world.
So many, good and noble, have passed away whose friendship was such a pride, such a comfort to me!
Your noble father, Lady Byron, Mrs. Browning,their spirits are as perfect as ever passed to the world of light.
I grieve about your dear mother's eyes.
I have thought about you all, many a sad, long, quiet hour, as I have lain on my bed and looked at the pictures on my wall; one, in particular, of the moment before the Crucifixion, which is the first thing I look at when I wake in the morning.
I think how suffering is, and must be, the portion of noble spirits, and no lot so brilliant that must not first or last dip into the shadow of that eclipse.
Prince Albert, too, the ideal knight, the Prince Arthur of our times, the good, wise, steady head and heart we — that is, our world, we AngloSaxons — need so much.
And the Queen!
yes, I have thought of and prayed for her, too. But could a woman hope to have always such a heart, and yet ever be weaned from earth “all this and heaven, too” ?
Under my picture I have inscribed, “Forasmuch as Christ also hath suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves with the same mind.”
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During the darkest and most bitter period of the Civil War, Mrs. Stowe penned the following letter to the Duchess of Argyll:--
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