Since the sad event that has pierced your own heart and the hearts of your friends, I have borne you much in mind and asked that the Love that looks tenderly on all shall bless it to you and your husband. Out of the cloud the light will burst, behind the cloud the sun is still shining. This can comfort you, that our greatest griefs are often the procurers of our greatest joys, that all our earthly losses are so many gains heavenward, and nothing is lost in the scales of God when it weighs in weaning us from the false estimate that Life is in matter, and that death is the master of Life.

Your son lives on, he has only wakened to a dream that is not your dream, and the fact that he has learned something more of Life than to think it ends in death, should comfort you. Do not let the fable and fraud of mediumship ever for a moment cheat you into the thought that there is any communion between the so called living and dead, for there is not.

But dear Mrs. Fifield, there is sweet consolation in the great Truth of Science, namely, that life is still progressive, and not a dream.

Let this cheer and comfort you, and may you find strength grow out of affliction, strength whereby you learn yet more and more to rise superior to all that can befall us, to become the master of pain, of grief, and of sin.

May the loving Father, the Principle of all good, guide, bless and keep you until you reflect His image and likeness.

Love from my husband & Respects to yours.