Nov. 9.
P. S. I cannot remember a night so dark as to have hindered
the coming day, nor a storm so furious or dreadful as to prevent the return of
warm sunshine and a cloudless sky. But, beloved ones, do remember that this is
not your rest, — that in this world you have no abiding place or continuing
city. To God and his infinite mercy I always commend you.
J. B.
SOURCES: Franklin B. Sanborn, The Life and Letters
of John Brown, p. 587
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