The blank here is terrible, but I have so many blessings; and among the greatest is the memory of life with her.
190 Marylebone Road,
June 18th, 1910.
On the Death of Miss Wallick and of Miranda.
Dear Mrs. Brooke,
In very deed there is a fellowship of suffering. Our modern way of looking upon suffering as a thing which, by good arrangements, we can get rid of, misses often that solemn sense of its holiness, which those, who live in constant memory of our Lord’s suffering, enter into.
MIRANDA’S DEATH
Yours was a far harder loss,—in seeing the young right spirit pass from among you, with all the promise of life before her.
My sister went, though full of eager and loving sympathy, and rich in openings for useful work, yet after a long and very full and happy life; and she lay, surrounded by flowers, with the love and devotion of the many, high and low, young and old, who had loved her. She had no pain; and she lived all her life so near to God, so vividly conscious of all the spiritual world, that it hardly seemed a step to the heavenly one. And yet the great void remains. I know that it is all right, and that my sorrow is as nothing to that of many; there is no jar to forget, no memories but of blessing and peace; but yet the loss is very great. I had lived on her love for seventy years, and had had the blessing of it daily; and the loss of its daily influence is very great.
Larksfield,