To Mrs. Joseph A. Sweetser
Thank you for telling us of your triumphs.
"Peace hath her Victories, no less than War."
Thank you for speaking so tenderly of our latest Lost. We had hoped the persuasions of the spring, added to our own, might delay his going, but they came too late. "I met," said he in his last Note, "a Crocus and a Snow Drop in my yesterday's walk," but the sweet Beings outlived him. I thought the Churchyard Tarrytown, when I was a Child, but now I trust 'tis Trans.
In this place of shafts, I hope you may remain unharmed.
I congratulate you upon your Children, and themselves, upon you, Mother, divine. To still have her, but tears forbid me. My own is in the Grave. "So loved her that he died for her," says the explaining Jesus.
Last updated on March 3, 2008