summer 1882

Dear friend,

Please excuse the trespass of sorrow-

My closest earthly friend died in April - I since saw by the Papers you were very ill-I hope you recover-A friend in Boston, a few weeks since, sent at my request a trifle to your Child.

Yesterday he was here-

A little inscription to the Child, I desired enclosed, he says he erred concerning, but did not tell me how-To ask, I thought not noble-

Whatever mistake there may have been, I hope you kindly excused-

I often think of the Little One. Your tradition is still cherished as one of the departures of Light. To be worthy of what we lose is the supreme Aim-

Your Scholar-