To an old pupil, on the death of her father:—
‘November 9, 1896.
‘My dear Child,—This is indeed a blessed death for one so good as your father; you must give thanks for him.
‘There is no service I think so strengthening as the burial; may you be comforted and strengthened for the battle of life by a clearer vision of that unseen host which is ever near, though “our eyes are holden that we see them not” through want of faith. Soon must we join their ranks. Shall we join in their psalms of thanksgiving?’
To Miss Strong, on the death of Miss Margaret Clarke:—
‘February 3, 1897.
‘Indeed I am grieved; she has been a power for good, and has sent out some grand workers, and I shall miss her greatly. I am thankful I was with her at Christmas.
‘One feels sure “her works will follow her,” and He who gave her power will raise up others. It is, so far as one can see, too heavy a burden for Kate alone. Her memory will be a power, her life was so wonderfully guided, and one feels sure she has work to do beyond, for which the training of earth will have prepared her.’
To Miss Rowand, on the death of her mother:—