MY poor old dears little think what a glee and heavenly sensation rolled over my mind when I gave my last look at them getting into the coach, at the thought of going shortly to our eternal home and safe abode; where I doubt not but we shall all meet in a more comfortable, more lasting, and more uninterrupted frame and state than ever we have enjoyed in this life. I looked back upon you with pleasure, and with unspeakable delight, and something of heaven springing up in my heart, seeming to say, Ere long you will all be gone, and talk over again the things which are so imperfectly known in this vain world. I cannot describe what I felt, but something yet to come shall make it manifest.
Ever yours;
W. H., S. S.
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