’DEARSIR，——WhatcanbethereasonthatIhearnothingfromyou？I
hopenothingdisablesyoufromwriting。WhatIhaveseen，andwhatIhavefelt，givesmereasontofeareverything。Donotomitgivingmethecomfortofknowing，thatafterallmylossesIhaveyetafriendleft。
’Iwanteverycomfort。Mylifeisverysolitaryandverycheerless。ThoughithaspleasedGODwonderfullytodelivermefromthedropsy，Iamyetveryweak，andhavenotpassedthedoorsincethe13thofDecember。Ihopeforsomehelpfromwarmweather，whichwillsurelycomeintime。
’Icouldnothavetheconsentofthephysicianstogotochurchyesterday；Ithereforereceivedtheholysacramentathome，intheroomwhereIcommunicatedwithdearMrs。Williams，alittlebeforeherdeath。O!myfriend，theapproachofdeathisverydreadful。
IamafraidtothinkonthatwhichIknowIcannotavoid。Itisvaintolookroundandroundforthathelpwhichcannotbehad。