I have received the news of my dear husband's death,
as the ship in which he sailed for England had sunk at sea. This stroke is
so great that it almost overcomes my weak nature, and at times I am ready to
sink in deep waters. But, glory to my God, I feel the everlasting arms
underneath me, and, when ready to faint, my dear Lord gives me a cordial. He
tells me this is among the all things that work together for my good, that
none (no person or thing) shall pluck me out of His and His Father's hands.
And oh, how sweetly did that word reconcile me to receive this affliction at
the Lord's hand, patiently, yes, thankfully.