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News has just reached me of the dreadful events of Tuesday night. I am at a loss to know what to say or think. Surely it cannot be that a preacher, (one who is meant to spread the Good News at Easter Time ); . . . . surely such a man could not have done those evil deeds. It is beyond my comprehension.
Poor William is taking Molly's death so badly. She seems to have been a dear little thing; quite the Cockney Sparrow. How I wish that I could be of some comfort to William. All I can offer are some words from Christina Georgina Rossetti.
IF I could trust mine own self with your fate,
Shall I not rather trust it in God’s hand?
Without whose will one lily doth not stand,
Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;
Who numbereth the innumerable sand,
Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To whom the world is neither small nor great,
Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann’d.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,
I find there only love and love’s goodwill
Helpless to help and impotent to do,
Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;
And therefore I commend you back to Him
Whose love your love’s capacity can fill
Poor William is taking Molly's death so badly. She seems to have been a dear little thing; quite the Cockney Sparrow. How I wish that I could be of some comfort to William. All I can offer are some words from Christina Georgina Rossetti.
IF I could trust mine own self with your fate,
Shall I not rather trust it in God’s hand?
Without whose will one lily doth not stand,
Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;
Who numbereth the innumerable sand,
Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To whom the world is neither small nor great,
Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann’d.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,
I find there only love and love’s goodwill
Helpless to help and impotent to do,
Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;
And therefore I commend you back to Him
Whose love your love’s capacity can fill