My dear Mary One knew only too well what it must come to, and that the wounds one knew so well were being opened. Poor Charlotte, one cannot help thinking of her above all though the heaviest loss is to the poor little Cordelia, next to her father, but a mother to a girl so young is an inexpressible loss.

‘The clouds return after the rain’ After all those for whom one grieves the most, ... continue reading

My dear Charlotte How shall I say how I grieve for you in this fresh sorrow so doubled as it is by all you have to care for, the poor little Cordelia I can only say. May comfort come to you under this fresh shadow which God has thought fit to send to you and which must thus have infinite blessings within it

your loving C M Yonge

My dear Lottie- How are you getting on ; I am afraid there is not much change any way and that your hands are full.

I believe Helen is somewhere either in the Bay of Biscay or the Chops of the Channel; she sailed on the 18th, and in a nice cabin with her goldfinches, and after to-morrow I may have a telegram any day to say she is in the Thames.

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