To have lost an Enemy is an Event with all of us - almost more memorable perhaps than to find a friend. This severe success befalls our little Sister - and though the Tears insist at first, as in all good fortune, Gratitude grieves best.

Fortified by Love, a few have prevailed.

"Even so, Father, for so it seemed faithful in thy Sight."

We are proud of her safety - Ashamed of our dismay for her who knew no consternation.

      It is the Meek that Valor wear
      Too mighty for the Bold.

We should be glad to know of her present Lifetime, it's project, though a little changed - so precious to us all.

Be secure of this, that whatever waver - her Gibraltar's Heart is firm.

                                                                                                              Emily.