Oh that I might sit at your feet and lay my head on your knee as of old, while I tried to tell you what that one word in your letter – that word Mother! is doing for your brokenheartedAs Written:broken hearted child!

That you should call yourself by that name to me now, when for seven dreadful years the sheafs of wheat have been so few from me,– (and because of me,) from my noble, patient husband, and the son and daughter whom you christened! I was so awed when you called me to you last Spring,— so dazed and dulled– that I could not say then, what ought to have been said. The long, hard chemicalEditorial Note: "Chemicalization" is a term Mary Baker Eddy used to refer to a temporary stirring up of symptoms or process of "fermentation" as errors of various types are being destroyed. that followed my visit, began the work that must go steadily on. It seems as if I had seen working normally since I uncovered Sarah Cross seven years ago in ChicagoEditorial Note: Chicago, Illinois; but that righteous act need have brought me no error in its train, had I been on the watch—

Now, I would do all in my power to save her and Mrs Choate and Nixon and all the others who have lost the way- and are out in the night of sin and pain and death– Oh that I may be allowed to bring at least one wanderer home!

Do you know,– way off in that pure realm where you dwell, that the sharpest sting I feel,– is the awful sense of what your disappointment in me is? You say there is a promise of joy ahead if I will trust the dear Mother to guide me- and if I try to do right steadily, but can that Love prevent me from bearing this anguish of regret even to the end? Can I look at that Church and forget what you tried years ago to accomplish for it, through Mr. Woodbury and me? It is the keenest pang he has ever had to bear, (though he says nothing) that he should have been shut out from doing what he so much wanted to, for you — and it.

I cannot blame the others if they do not want me in the Journal and in the Church- I have added greatly to their burdens as well as my own and yours. Yet all the ways I tried by which to get back - were failures till you sent for me–

Even now when you know I ought to bear every pang alone without a hint of help from you - and bear it all and without complaint, you come with your soft wing and bear me up lest I fail utterly.

You know I could have borne rebuke better than this letting out of your love upon me– I am not bodily sick this time but as the horror rolls off from me that you did not love me - and I see ——

Oh Mother!