How can
I write to you or how
can I forbear to write? I have however postponed it, well knowing that you want
no such consolations as I can suggest
.
My sincere sympathy and my fervent prayers are all I have to
offer you. My grief is softened by the knowledge of many merciful circumstances;
one is that you are surrounded by so many enlightened and truly Christian
friends; another and the principal one, is the cheering report they all give of
the deeply submissive and resigned spirit with which you bow to this most trying
dispensation. In the midst of my sorrow
I bless God that he has
enabled you to give this evidence of your faith in him, and of the truth of
Christianity itself, which can afford such supports under such
trials
.
Still my dear friend, allow me to say I fear for
you – I do not fear that your resignation will diminish, or your fortitude forsake
you – I trust that the same divine grace will continue to support your
soul; but I fear for your body, I fear that the very
elevation of your feelings will be obtained,
at the price of
your health sinking under your Efforts
. I am afraid you will think me
but a worldly counsellor when I say, I wish you not too
much to restrain your tears, or to labour to suppress emotions which
Nature dictates and which grace does not forbid. Your life is now of increased
importance, your value to your dear children is doubled. The duties of two parents
instead of one are now devolved upon you. I know these sort of arguments are
frequently made use of to stop the signs and outward expressions of
grief, but I know the make of your mind so well that I employ them with a view to
induce you not to put a /too/ violent restraint on your natural sensibilities
fearing the pent up sorrow may prey more inwardly on the heart and the health.
Some kind friend near you has sent us a line every day, but
merely of sympathy and kindness, and to say how you were. Of our dear sainted
friend we know no particulars, those they will send us I doubt not
soon
. For ourselves we shall long mourn; for
him if our imperfect vision could see things a[tear] they are, we
should do nothing but rejoy[ce] [tear]
He is gone to the
resting place of the just. His life has left us an example of rare purity, of
integrity seldom equalled, of consistent piety, of charity almost boundless. I
shall reckon it among my responsibilities of the day of general Account if I am
not the better for having so long and so intimately known him
.
We here, for the last month had little hope, for the last fortnight none.
Your secret misgivings we felt. Yet the shock when it
did come was scarcely less. Patty is deeply
distressed.
Sally who is
very poorly, lost her voice when it was announced and has not recovered
it
. May God comfort you and bless you and your dear children. I know
the sight of them cuts two ways; they are at once the source of consolation and of
anxiety.[2] Take care of yourself that you may be spared to render them worthy of such
a father. I know this will be a motive with you. My dear friend ever
yours