Yardley, July 31, 1826.
My dear Friend,
OUR way towards Bristol appears to be opening. A very singular
circumstance connected with it has just occurred. It seems to us all to
be too pantomimic—too magical—to be true. But yet, what cannot the God
of wisdom and of love effect! We are striving to wait, as you expressed
yourself in a former letter about Madeley, “with interest but without
anxiety” to see the result. Oh, what a comfort it is to feel calmly
assured that, while we are leaving ourselves in God’s hands, all must
eventually be well. Mary unites with me in kindest regards to yourself
and dear Mrs. C—, and