Was more to point where lay most pressing need Of treatment, than to name the remedy; Physicians, as he said, think more of this, To trace the true disease, than means to cure; In consultation, gladly gave his views, But to yourself, who had the case in hand, The more immediate treatment must be left. And this I think. He thought perhaps some good For what would be more easy than for him Enclosed I send your letter back again, And let me say, in spite of your request, (I know your sweet unselfishness of old) How much I suffer with you. Looking back Upon your life, it seems so hard to me That you should still, whose youth was made so sad, Thus grievously be chastened in your age. Is it not Solomon that compares a child Of disobedience to a serpent's tooth? But how this truth must now be known to you! And may not now some comfort flow to you Who, like the eldest son, has stayed at home, To see her duteous life rewarded so? For what in her has grieved you, after all, And now farewell; I will not vex you more; You know my motives. Write again and say What you have done, or what you think to do. F 66 LETTER IX. EUCHARIS TO HER MOTHER. San Remo Dec. 25, 18-2. TO-DAY is Christmas, mother, and to-day I mean to spend with you. Might but behold you! I might but bless you! Would that my eyes Would that with my lips Vain is the desire!— Northward from here we see the distant Alps, To me they are so; I can sit and think Too strange for words ;-there lie the Alps, far off; But O, what number of horizons lie Between my lips and yours, I dare not guess! But if to-day aught move you to the hope Of better things for men than they themselves I stood beside you, speaking; not to-day, I think I almost see you in the room. How shall I tell you, mother? In three months, Or thereabouts, I think, I shall have died. Not died as most would mean it; there are deaths Social and spiritual, as well as that F 2 |