Hartford, Jan. 17.
Dear Will:
I am deeply grieved to hear of the death of our ‸my‸ little namesake; & our own great loss makes me able to sympathise with you & Mollie & know what you [feel.1 Otherwise] I would not speak, but hold my peace—for words are empty at such times; they are but the shadow of consolation without the substance; they bring no relief, they can suggest no comfort.
So we can only say, we feel for you & with you—& so saying, we leave you to the healing charity of Time, that in its own good season takes the pain from all wounds & leaves only the scar to remind us rather of the kindly mercy wrought in our behoof than the pain we suffered.
With the love of other days,
Your friend
Samℓ. L. Clemens.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L5, 273–274; Hornberger, 21.
Provenance:purchased by TxU in 1940 from Eva Laura Bowen (Mrs. Louis Knox), daughter of
William Bowen.
Emendations and textual notes:
feel. Otherwise • feel.— |Otherwise