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‘Groton, April 25, 1833. — I came hither, summoned by the intelligence, that our poor ——— had met with a terrible accident. I found the dear child, — who had left me so full of joy and eagerness, that I thought with a sigh, not of envy, how happy he, at least, would be here, — burning with fever. He had expected me impatiently, and was very faint lest it should not be “Margaret” who had driven up. I confess I greeted our new home with a flood of bitter tears. He behaves with great patience, sweetness, and care for the comfort of others. This has been a severe trial for mother, fatigued, too, as she was, and full of care; but her conduct is angelic. I try to find consolation in all kinds of arguments, end to distract my thoughts till the precise amount of injury is surely known. I am not idle a moment. When not with ———, in whose room I sit, sewing, and waiting upon him, or reading aloud a great part of the day, I solace my soul with Goethe, and follow his guidance into realms of the “Wahren, Guten, and Schönen.

‘May, 1833. — As to German, I have done less than