late February 1884
I hoped it might gratify you to meet the little flower which was my final ministry to your Brother, and which even in that faint hour, I trust he recognized, though the thronged Spirit had not access to words.
These are my first out, and their golden trifles are too full of association to remain unshared. With faithful thought of yourself and your Brother, Brothers in bereavement even as myself.
Last updated on February 25, 2008