Meaford P. O.,
County Grey,
Canada West.
April 3rd, [1867.]
You have, of course, heard of my calamity.
The sunshine and the winds are working in all the gardens of God, but I—I am lost.
I am shut in darkness. My hard, toil-tempered muscles have disappeared, and I am feeble and tremulous as an ever-sick woman.
Please tell the Butlers that their precious sympathy has reached me.
I have read your “Stone Mason” with a great deal of pleasure. I send it with this and will write my thoughts upon it when I can.
My friends here are kind beyond what I can tell and do much to shorten my immense blank days.