_Custom-House_, Novr. 30th [1839]
_Mine own Dove_,
You will have received my letter, dearest, ere now, and I trust that
it will have conveyed the peace of my own heart into yours; for my
heart is too calm and peaceful in the sense of our mutual love, to be
disturbed even by my sweetest wife's disquietude. Belovedest and
blessedest, I cannot feel anything but comfort in you. Rest quietly on
my deep, deep, deepest affection. You deserve it all, and infinitely
more than all, were it only for the happiness you give me. I
apprehended that this cup could not pass from you, without your
tasting bitterness among its dregs. You have been too calm, my
beloved--you have exhausted your strength. Let your soul lean upon my
love, till we meet again--then all your troubles shall be hushed.
Your ownest, happiest,