Thank you for the paper. I felt it almost a bliss of sorrow that the name so long in Heaven on earth, should be on earth in Heaven.
Do you know if either of his sons have his mysterious face or his momentous nature?
The stars are not hereditary. I hope your brother and himself resumed the tie above, so dear to each below. Your bond to your brother reminds me of mine to my sister - early, earnest, indissoluble. Without her life were fear, and Paradise a cowardice, except for her inciting voice.
Should you have any picture of your brother, I should rejoice to see it at some convenient hour - and though we cannot know the last, would you sometime tell me as near the last as your grieved voice is able? . . .
Are you certain there is another life? When overwhelmed to know, I fear that few are sure.
My sister gives her grief with mine. Had we known in time, your brother would have borne our flowers in his mute hand. With tears,
Last updated on February 25, 2008