To his Sister, Miss J. Dewey.
ST. DAVID'S, Feb. 7, 1882.
DEAREST RUSHE,--Your precious, sweet little letter came in due time,
and was all that a letter could be. I have not written a word since
that came upon us which we so sorrow for, except a letter to his
stricken partner, from whom we have a reply last evening, in which she
says his resignation was marvellous; that he soon fell into a drowse
from morphine, and said but little, but, being told there were letters
from me, desired them to keep them carefully for him,--which, alas! he
was never to see.
Dear, I can write no more. I am all the time about the same. Give my
love to Pamela.
Ever your loving brother,