To Mrs. J.G. Holland
Wrenched from my usual Route by Vinnie's singular illness - and Mother's additional despair - I have felt like a troubled Top, that spun without reprieve. Vinnie's relief is slow - She has borne more that she could, as you and I know more of, than her Physician does -
Tortue for worthless sakes is equally Torture -
I shall try superhumanly to save her, and believe I shall, but she has been too lacerated to revive immediately.
Mrs Lord - so often with us - has fled - as you know - Dear Mr Bowles is hesitating - God help him decide on the Mortal Side!
This is Night - now - but we are not dreaming. Hold fast to your Home, for the Darling's stealthy momentum makes each moment - Fear -
I enclose a Note, which if you would lift as far as Philadelphia, if it did not tire your Arms - would please me so much.
Would the Doctor be willing to address it? Ask him, with my love.
Maggie remembers you with fondness - and Mother gives her love - Vinnie longs for you.
Is not the distinction of Affection, almost Realm enough?