I had not heard for a fortnight, and had just made up my mind to write to ask Raby whether you knew anything, and when I saw your writing I knew how it must be. This gradual, gentle sinking is the most merciful way of going one can think of, though I hope that there may not be the restlessness that ... continue reading

My dear Bishop Your letter is very delightful to me.

Thank you very much for it, and all the pleasure it gives.

The great autograph book is a wonderful study of names. I don’t think any of us have managed to look through it all. I found you (twice) and all the rest of the party including your Mother’s welcome and familiar signature, and Reby’s who I hope is better.

I saw in the Guardian ... continue reading

My dear Mr Wither We go on much in the same way, down one day and up another and as it is the same disease as Sir Tom Coulthard had, it will probably linger in the same manner. Today is a cheerful one, and she has had the Holy Communion, for which Henry comes to her after a late Celebration.

Tomorrow, Raby is to come out and see her while I have to be in Winchester ... continue reading

My dearest Marianne- Raby will have told you that my dear home companion's long patience has ended.

She was really dying ever since last evening, though the end did not come till one o'clock to-day, holding my hand, and asking Henry's prayers all the time till consciousness was gone, not many minutes before the end. I do not think in the relief I feel the difference it will make to me.

Your strawberries were really welcome to me---one ... continue reading