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which calls it into life——oh! I know whence that emanates.
Be it love, be it the spring sun, or a secret, unutterable
hope of life and trust in the eternal goodness, still all comes
from Him, who fills creation with His life and His power,
and who awakens here on earth love, hope, life, that He
may one day perfect them all. Believing this, as I do, with
my whole heart and soul, I think, full of sympathy, of you
and your departed darling, your only daughter; although,
while reading your letter, I wept bitterly for you both.
Silently to mourn for a beloved being, who has been taken
from us, is indeed a comfort to our feelings, and makes us
beforehand feel familiar with another world ; it seems to us
as if it were the beginning of our own impending removal.
“ Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”
Agatha had in her early youth a painful dread of death;
but this vanished when she saw her beloved brother Au-
gust die. The thought that he was expecting her in another
world dispelled to her the darkness of the grave. I have
never feared death, on the contrary ; but no thought can so
much sweeten my last hour as this, —that I shall then be
again united with the friend whom I have so sincerely
loved; who has been lost to me for this terrestrial life, but
who always lives in my heart, so good, so amiable, such —
as the world never knew her!
Arsza, 23d June, 1838.
You have been ill, my dearest Frances! I will now im-
agine that you are lying on your couch, and that I steal into
your room with the wish to divert you by all kinds of prat-
tle. ‘T’o begin with, then, a word about your brother, whom
we saw before we left town after our return from Upsala.
He was delighted: he was charmed; not by Ole Bull,
whom we heard play the evening before,—oh dear, no!
he could at most be called “an ingenious charlatan, a fallen
angel;” not by the oranges which were offered to him, —
‘no, indeed, he never liked to eat oranges, especially not
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