Seeheim, June 22d.
* * * I do earnestly hope that too long a time may not elapse before we meet.
It is very hot, and I feel very low and unhappy.
To-morrow this house will be full, and all the Russians, etc., close by. Had there only been any other quiet country place to be at, how gladly would I have escaped this.
* * * It is only three weeks to-day since we took our darling to his last resting-place! I wish I could go there to-day, but it is too hot and too far.
Fritz and Louise of Baden came two days ago to Darmstadt, to see my parents-in-law and us.
Dr. Macleod’s letter is very kind.
I enclose two photographs of dear Frittie out of groups, the negative of one of which unluckily does not exist any more. The little blouse is the one he had on on that terrible day. My darling sweet child—to have lost him so! To my grave shall I carry this sorrow with me.
In the book you sent me there is a fine poem by Miss Procter, “Our grief, our friend,” called “Friend Sorrow,” which expresses so much what I myself feel about a deep grief.
Seeheim, June 27th.