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New York May 8, 1854 My Dear Uncle & Aunt, It is sometimes since I received your letter, with the sad news of Henry's death. I fear my long silence has appeared to you like unkindness and indifference. Yet I can assure you it is not so. We all sympathize most deeply with you in your very sore affliction, although my acquaintance was very short, with Cousin, yet we all thought him very interesting, and I looked forward with the pleasing hopes of a much better acquaintance. I was very much shocked when I heard of his death, notwithstanding when I saw him last he looked very ill. Yet I did not think when I saw him it was for the last time. But he has gone to a better land where the weary are at rest. What a sweet consolation it must be to you all to know that he has gone to his ? home. May we all be prepared to meet him in Glory. "That star went down in beauty, yet it shineth sweetly now, in the bright and dazzling coronet, that decks the Savior's brow, He bowed to the Destroyer, whose shafts none may repel but we know, for God hath told us, "He doeth all things well." I feel much for your sorrow, as you stood beside his bed, and your deep and heartfelt anguish when you saw that he was dead. And Oh! that cup of bitterness-let not your heart repel; God gave, He took, He will restore, "He doeth all things well."