You have, of course, heard of my calamity.
The sunshine and the winds are working in all the gardens of God, but
_I_--I am lost.
I am shut in darkness. My hard, toil-tempered muscles have disappeared,
and I am feeble and tremulous as an ever-sick woman.
Please tell the Butlers that their precious sympathy has reached me.
I have read your “Stone Mason” with a great deal of pleasure. I send it
with this and will write my thoughts upon it when I can.
My friends here are kind beyond what I can tell and do much to shorten
my immense blank days.
I send no apology for so doleful a note because I feel, Mrs. Carr, that
you will appreciate my feelings.
Most cordially,
J. MUIR.