SPRINGFIELD, Mass., Nov. 18.
My Dear Friend: In sending to you these few words of affectionate sympathy, I feel I am expressing what would be the feelings of my dear father were he still with us; for you well know that you always had not only his respect and confidence, but his warm sympathy in your noble struggles for the rights of your fellow-men, and I doubt not he is now among the innumerable crowd of witnesses who, unseen by mortal eyes, watch over and sustain you in these dark hours of your earthly lot. I need not tell you that you are constantly in our thoughts, and daily remembered in our prayers, and that we shall do what little we can to comfort and aid your afflicted wife and children, whom may God in his unspeakable mercy guard and sustain. During your short visit with us, some two years since, you won all our hearts, and the remembrance of those few days will ever be affectionately cherished. It is a cruel, bitter fate which denies to so many loving, anxious hearts the possibility of doing any thing for you; to sit quietly and powerless in our homes, and see injustice triumph, requires the full exercise of all Christian patience and forbearance, and we can only look to Him who can make all things work together for good. My mother and sisters unite with me in love and affectionate remembrances. May God be with you even to the end, and at last receive you to Himself, is the earnest prayer of your attached friend,
M. S. S.
SOURCE: James
Redpath, Editor, Echoes of Harper’s Ferry, p. 416-7
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