TO: Forrest F. Emerson
late September 1885
In a note which you sent my brother soon after the dying of our child, was a passage, our only spar at the time, and solemnly remembered.
We would gladly possess it more accurately, if convenient to you. "And I can but believe that in such a mysterious providence as the dying of little Gilbert, there is a purpose of benevolence which does not include our present happiness." Vinnie hoped, too, to speak with you of Helen of Colorado, whom she understood you to have a friend, a friend also of hers.
Should she know any circumstances of her life's close, would she perhaps lend it to you, that you might lend it to me? Oh had that Keats a Severn!
But I trespass upon your thronged time.
With affection for Mrs Emerson, and my sister's love.
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