Aug 18. 1861. Mrs. Robert Mackintosh 2 Hyde Park Terrace London Dearest Mary, I will try to write you a line to-day, if only to thank you for your affectionate letter, which touched and consoled me much. How I am alive after what my eyes have seen, I know not. I am at least patient, if not resigned; and thank God hourly—as I have from the beginning—for the beautiful life your beloved sister and I led together, and that I loved her more and more to the end. I feel that only you and I knew her thoroughly. You can understand what an inexpressible delight she was to me, always and in all things. I never looked at her without a thrill of pleasure;—she never came into a room where I was without my heart beating quicker, nor went out without my feeling that something of the light went with her. I loved her so entirely, and I know she was very happy. Truly do you say there was no one like her.
