Eaglewood, Perth
Amboy, New York, Nov. 13.
My Dear and Beloved
Husband: I am here with Mrs. Spring, the kind lady who came to see you, and
minister to your wants, which I am deprived of doing. You have nursed and taken
care of me a great deal; but I cannot even come and look at you. O, it is hard!
But I am perfectly satisfied with it, believing it best. And may the Lord
reward the kind jailer for his kind attentions to you. You cannot think the
relief it gave me to see Mrs. Spring, and to get a letter from your own hands.
When you were at home last June I did not think that I took your hand for the
last time. But may Thy will, O Lord, be done. I do not want to do or say any
thing to disturb your peace of mind; but, O, I would serve you gladly if I
could. I have often thought that I should rather hear that you were dead than
fallen into the hands of your enemies; but I don't think so now. The good that
is growing out of it is wonderful. If you had preached in the pulpit ten such
lives as you have lived, you could not have done so much good as you have done
in that one speech to the Court. It is talked about and preached about every
where and in all places. that Moses was not allowed to go into the land of
Canaan; so you are not allowed to see your desire carried out. Man deviseth his
way, but the Lord directeth his steps. . . .
SOURCE: James
Redpath, Editor, Echoes of Harper’s Ferry, p. 427
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