my dear husband before I will be able to get over my grief. Everything brings her back to my remembrance. I could not help crying when I saw Mr McDonald today for he brought back to my mind the day dear Mama dined with Mr Hickson when he was there. I think it was the last time she dined out. How happy I was then. When I think that in this world we shall never meet again I feel as if my heart would break out but I know this is very wrong. I ought to submit patiently to the will of God and look forward to that world where I trust we shall meet to part no more. My dearest husband how thankful I ought to be that I have you to comfort me. It is such a consolation to know