It may be terribly trying, but it will not be so very long,
now. God will transplant the root, if he wills to rear it into
fruit-bearing." And, finally: "I have a vague expectation of some
crisis,--I know not what. But it has long seemed, that, in the year
1850, I should stand on a plateau in the ascent of life, where I
should be allowed to pause for a while, and take more clear and
commanding views than ever before. Yet my life proceeds as regularly
as the fates of a Greek tragedy, and I can but accept the pages as
they turn." * *
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These were her parting words:--
"_Florence, May 14, 1850._--I will believe, I shall be welcome
with my treasures,--my husband and child. For me, I long so much
to see you! Should anything hinder our meeting upon earth, think
of your daughter, as one who always wished, at least, to do her
duty, and who always cherished you, according as her mind opened
to discover excellence.
"Give dear love, too, to my brothers; and first to my eldest,
faithful friend! Eugene; a sister's love to Ellen; love to my kind
and good aunts, and to my dear cousin.
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