6 August 1885
She wrote me in Spring that she could not walk, but not that she would die - I was sure you would know. Please say it is not so. What a Hazard a Letter is! When I think of the Hearts it has scuttled and sunk, I almost fear to lift my Hand to so much as a Superscription. Trusting that all is peace in your loved Abode, With alarm, Your Scholar-
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