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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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LETTERS. 123

I had poisoned; but she recovered, and my remedies upon
the whole succeed very well.

Your -letter made ine happy. You are calm, therefore
Jam so too. It arrived on a Sabbath morning; and, after
we had read it, — Agatha and I, —we had our morning
service, and prayed fervently aud repeatedly: “ Charlotte,
dear Charlotte! God grant that she may be happy!” Oh,
yes! God, the All-good, grant that you may be happy,
Charlotte, you and all my sisters, and Agatha W. 2 I
feel that, to complete my earthly happiness, I need you all ;
and if I only attain this, the saddest circumstances which
can surround me in future will not be able to disturb the
peace of my soul. Towards that future, to these objects
so sorrowful, yet for me so dear, you know, my whole heart
and soul yearns, whilst it thanks God for the peace it now
enjoys.

* Morning sun and star of evening,
All the garish hours of daylight,

All the silent midnight watches,

In each throbbing heart discover
One bright hope, one bitter anguish,
Still the same unchanging ever,
And the same deep, fervent prayer.
In the darksome mine is smouldering
Fire that preys upon its vitals;
Sudden as it finds an outlet,

Lo! its blaze ascends to heaven,
Like some altar-flame majestic,
That in clear effulgence glowing
Rises o’er this earthly sphere.

How busy you must have been for the christening! I
picture to myself every thing that is near and about you.
How happy we were to hear of Agatha’s safe confinement,
I cannot describe. It cured our Agatha’s headache, and I
did every thing topsy-turvy the whole morning. Farewell,
dear, kind friends. My compliments to the little Count.

1828.

To your grave questions I answer by refer-
ring you to my last two letters. It is not now left to my

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