MY DEAR MRS. SUTHERLAND:

I cannot resist my desire to write you a few words of love and sorrow;

only a few, for my heart is full and words seem very weak. Thank God,

my friend, for the nineteen beautiful years that ended that morning in

May.

If you could but know how sweet and tender a recollection she has left

enshrined in the hearts of her friends, and all the loving, gracious

utterances that are offered to her memory! It is well with Alice in

heaven; that it may be well with you on earth, in the days that are to

come, is the prayer of

Your loving friend,

MARIE.

To a friend who has sustained a financial loss might be written:

TONAWANDA, N. Y., November 12, 189—.