And then I want to tell you once again the last prayer of a man who has been subjected to the most terrible of martyrdoms, a man who had always and in all places done his duty; it is that they may give you a kind word, a helping hand, an energetic and powerful aid, that nothing can weary in the discovery of the truth.
All my being, all my thoughts, my very heart, spring forward in a supreme effort toward you, toward our dear children, toward your dear parents, toward all those whom I love, while I wish with all the strength of my soul that a future may be near which will bring to you all a rest of the mind, a calmness, a tranquillity, all the happiness you yourself so well deserve, that you all so well deserve.
Then, dear and good Lucie, always, and still always, Courage!
I embrace you as I love you, as I embrace also our dear and adored children, your dear parents, all our family.
Your devoted
Alfred.
22 July, 1897.
My dear Lucie:
A few lines only, while I await your dear letters.