I feel that a mother’s sorrow for the loss of a beloved child cannot
be assuaged by the commonplaces of condolence, yet I must write a few
lines to assure you of my heartfelt sympathy in your grief. There is
one thing, however, that should soften the sharpness of a mother’s
agony under such a bereavement. It is the reflection that “little
children” are pure and guileless, and that of such is the kingdom of
heaven. “It is well with the child.” Much sin and woe has it escaped.
It is treasure laid up in a better world, and the gate through which
it has passed to peace and joy unspeakable is left open so that you,
in due time, may follow. Let this be your consolation.
Affectionately yours,
MAUD TROWBRIDGE.
To MRS. BLANCHE NORTON,
New Haven, Conn.
To a Friend on a Sudden Reverse of Fortune.
LOUISVILLE, KY., June 5, 189—.