Farewell, then, my beloved Herbert, beloved faithfully, unchangeably in death as you have been in life.

I know my last prayer to you is granted ere even it is spoken: you will protect and think of my poor mother; you will not permit her to droop and die of a broken heart, with no kind voice to soothe and cheer.

I feel she will in time be happy; and oh, the unutterable comfort of that confiding trust.

Once more, and for the last time, farewell, my beloved; think only that your Mary is in heaven, that her spirit, redeemed and blessed, waits for thee near the Saviour's throne, and be comforted.

We shall meet again." No sound broke the stillness when that sad letter had been perused.