autumn 1884

Dear Mrs Mack will forgive us - not for not yearning to see her, but for not succeeding!

"While there is Life there is" interview, seems almost inevitable, though in sacred instances it is sometimes not so. We shall never forget you, and your loveliness is a Legend rebateless as the "Babes in the Wood." While you live, you will be dear Mrs Mack, the Angel of Childhood.

I have not been strong for the last year.

The Dyings have been too deep for me, and before I could raise my Heart from one, another has come - and I fear I might not have dared to see you, even could you have come, but fidelity never flickers - it is the one unerring Light.

A word from you would be very dear, but if too much to ask, deny your faithful.

Emily.