I stayed in Rhode IslandAs Written:R.I. where my little son was a few days then came here as I planned, to find my mail awaiting me.

Among others are yoursEditorial Note: This letter is not extant. and Mrs. Crosse’s.

I am disappointed at the contents of both for they show how impossible it is that the students should make it feasible for me to come to Boston as we all so hopefully anticipated.

You and I would doubtless be very happy together but you could not afford to keep me for nothing: (it would be very wrong for you to do that) and my circumstances are wholly adverse to my existing anywhere if I may go by the attitude they take toward me at present.

Mrs. Crosse kindly offers me the use of her rooms for one week per month if I will do the part of the work of editing best belonging to one whose name is responsible for the contents of the paper. I suppose she means to pay for the publishing entirely.

If I only knew what it was to have money of my own I should know very soon what to do.

I think that so often when I see how chary people are of spending money in a worthy cause!

I do not know how it would work to live out of Boston and edit a Boston paper. I am willing to do the right thing every way however and will try it.

The publishing I do not see how I could do anything about since I am absolutely irresponsible for funds (or dues) of necessity, however gladly I would assume that responsibility also.

I feel sometimes wholly cast down but I know that if I do the best that I can the Lord will certainly bless me.

So He will thee my dear one and rest will surely come though it seems now to flee from thee.

Do not let the wearing trifles of mistakes and careless errors fret you. All things of that kind weaken, since you have not time to treat yourself hardly at all.

Rest quietly waiting the harmony to come that is certain to appear I notice, regardless of our worry. You seem so often like a tired sobbing body to me – Then again you are like the arch Angel Gabriel as you peal forth doom to error. But no mood moves me to other than a sheltering tenderness for one whose life has been so stormy.

I feel sorry to close my letter. It seemed that I should come back again well fitted to pay you for my stay with you but the way is dark indeed now and seems not to point to that fair time.