GLASGOW, 16th January 1880.
MY DEAR LEWIS,
—Your note has just come with its
burden of heavy tidings. I had written an hour ago to Uncle William, whose
letter expressed anxious alarm, but we were not prepared for your announcement,
for Willie's note of yesterday was rather encouraging and hopeful.
You
know, and we all know, that as to your beloved mother, Christ was all her
confidence. She rested in Him, and has now entered into a deeper rest with Him.
But how fragrant will her memory ever be! Her most unselfish care for all of
us, her innumerable kindnesses, as well as her prayers and sympathy—all
will be missed, and felt to be missing, by all her many friends.
'I was
dumb, because Thou didst it.'
With kindest love to all with you—all
alike under the dark cloud, but yet able to look beyond it.—
Your
affectionate uncle,
ANDREW A. BONAR.
Transcribed from Reminiscences of Andrew A.Bonar D.D.
first published
LONDON, HODDER AND STOUGHTON,
27 Paternoster
Row
1895
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