MS location unknown. Printed in Coleridge, Life 224
My dear Anne
As we fully expected, the holy and blessed spirit went to its rest at one o’clock on Thursday morning; the other gentle spirit is placidly waiting her call to be with him.1 She slept quietly after having given thanks after it was over, but was much overcome on wakening, and this is the last we know of her. I should feel comforted to know the rest had come, which cannot be far off now. The erysipelas had nearly passed off, and the Bournemouth doctor ascribes it altogether to the long strain of sorrow upon the weakened frame. I am very thankful for both their sakes, but we feel very desolate. The funeral is to be on Thursday, and mamma has written to offer a bed to the Peter Youngs, in case they should not have room at the Vicarage. Mr. Wither has a terrible cold, and I dread Sunday for him.
Your most affectionate
C. M. Yonge