October 23, 1845.
But I must answer you, and be forgiven, too, dearest. I was (to begin at the beginning) surely not ‘startled‘ . . . only properly aware of the deep blessing I have been enjoying this while, and not disposed to take its continuance as pure matter of course, and so treat with indifference the first shadow of a threatening intimation from without, the first hint of a possible abstraction from the quarter to which so many hopes and fears of mine have gone of late. In this case, Continue reading “#136”