I AM sorry to find my poor Friend is so unwell, should be glad to see her on Friday if able to come, if not send word, and tomorrow morning I will come and see you. These are not times of refreshing, but of trial – hold fast, I long to see thee. The good Lord is still with the poor Coalheaver, and will favour them that cleave to himself in them that he sends, for he has made us one in love, one among ourselves, and one in him, that we may be perfect in one.
Ever yours
W. H., S. S.
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