Worcester August 24th
1867

My dear friend;

My frail
bark is stranded – if not wrecked – and
The Master
Builder only knows if it can sail the seas again. I am very anxious to see you when you come to town – As I am ill you will have to tell the girl that I said I could see you.

One day I tried to walk to Charlie's’s office, and just as I felt my last drop of strength was going I met your good minister – but so faint + weary was I --- I hardly said a word or to – I shall send you no messages, this Summer – to be misunderstood – hoping to see you myself – When able I shall be most anxious and glad to meet my good friends of the Hill – My physician says I must go to the Seashore – as soon as I can – “No disease but entirely worn’ out – he says Lack of strength alone – has delayed my writing – and I have been hoping to see you – thinking you might have heard of our being at home – and sometimes came to town – Perhaps you will think it best not to repeat ‘till after an interview – but we have resigned our connection with the Society –

With hearts best wishes – and highest
regards
truly yours –
most weary and most
happy S.EC

 

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