so dear and lovely to
you in the present, so
full of life and promise
for the future. It fairly
appalls me to think of it!

I have thought today, while
nature has been so serenely
beautiful; how poor and
thin all this beauty must
be to you mourning for
your child. Alas, alas!
that life must still go
on, that we too cannot
cease to be when the hand
of death touches one so
precious. If pray that
neither of you may break
down under this great
sorrow that the nobleness
and strength that is in
you may carry you
safely through. The