LONDON, 6th Month, 1841.
* * * * I lay still half hour, and read over
thy tenderly interesting and affecting sheet, and poured
out my full heart; but what can I say? How I do long
to be with you, and see, if it might be, once more, our
beloved uncle! But perhaps before this the conflict may
be over, the victory won, the everlasting city gained,
none of whose inhabitants can say, "I am sick." And
if so, dare we murmur or wish to recall the loved one
from that home? Oh for that childlike and humble
submission which is befitting the children of a Father
of mercies, and the followers of Him who can and will
do all things well!