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LETTERS. 217
that over us all, and for us all, rules a good and loving
Father, almighty and all-good. With Him is your son,
and there you shall one day see him again.
To-morrow I shall be with you.
1841.
_ Dearest Frances! It made me very unhappy on read-
ing your letter, to find you grieving so painfully. You do
not feel in these hours of anguish and bitterness the secret
blessing which invisibly rests upon you, like a Father’s
loving hand placed upon your down bent head; but in
your calmer moments you must see it. Your own words
bear witness to the holy power of the hours of suffering.
Let me quote them out of your last agitated letter: “ My
dearest occupation now is to read about religious subjects,
and to contemplate the same. ‘hey so absorb my thoughts
that, for the moment, I forget my grief at the loss of our
boy, in the happiness which I feel in trying to look up to
him.” !
This and your hopeful words of belief and trust, do
they not tell your soul that which must assuage its grief;
‘which must let you see that you are under the guidance of
a higher power, under the care of an earnest but loving
Father. Alas! it must be so for you, for me, for all of us,
that when the bitter cup is held to our lips, we must drain
it, even with tears— drain it submissively, and must say
in our deepest anguish: “Father! if it is not possible
that this cup be removed from me, without I drink it, Thy
will be done!” While I am writing this, my tears are
flowing and make my words dim. I remember only too
well, how in my hours of temptation, I could not say these
words, on account of the bitterness of my rebellious heart.
Now, I think, I could do it. J know that when the victory
has been gained, come the angels — heavenly messengers,
heavenly powers — to administer to man; and I know well
from my own experience the developing and_ beneficial
power of suffering. I know that “much bread is growing
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