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LETTERS. 173
purity, of patience, and so void of all selfishness! Her
looks, her words, her tears, her submissiveness and her
gratitude to God, her bitter sufferings, have made an indel-
ible impression upon me; and her cold, clammy hand,
which in her agony so often stroked my forehead, has not
rested there in vain. God be praised! [I say it from my
very heart, when I think that now she has peace. But
now comes the consciousness of the heavy loss, and then —
oh! it seems so very hard that she should have suffered so
much ; and bitter, bitter tears must I weep over this. And
my dear Agatha: how will it be for her? I shall endeavor
to be to her and to our mother all I can; but I can never
be the same to them as Hedda. Dear sister and brother,
you have done much for Hedda; this memory must be
dear to you. Farewell for this time. It looks dark in
more ways than one. Think with love of your
FREDRIKA.
SrockHoim, 4th October, 1837.
My dearest Charlotte! Another heavy day has passed,
and every thing I hope will now become better and more
serene. Agatha even feels it so. She bears her heavy
loss bravely ; she is so good, so strong, both in mind and
in body. You remember that our Hedda always wished to
be buried in Solna church-yard. We have chosen a place
for her there. But she could not be taken out there at
once. A great many preparations were required, and
meanwhile her coffin has been placed in a vault in St.
James’ Church. This was done the day before yesterday,
and yet a day so mournful made the most soothing impres-
sion which such a day ever can make. F had set
apart a room in our suite of apartments, and, with white
cloth, had arranged a kind of funeral chapel there. The
door opened to the dining-room, where the funeral guests
were assembled. In this inner room, Hedda’s last bed
stood. There she was lying beautifully shrouded, like one
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