Harriet Beecher Stowe1847-01-01Calvin E. StoweMy dear Soul, -- I received your most melancholy effusion, and I am sorry to find it's just so. I entirely-- 115 --agree and sympathize. Why didn't you engage the two tombstones -- one for you and one for me?But, seriously, my dear husband, you must try and be patient, for this cannot last forever. Be patient and bear it like the toothache, or a driving rain, or anything else that you cannot escape. To see things as through a glass darkly is your infirmity, you know; but the Lord will yet deliver you from this trial. I know how to pity you, for the last three weeks I have suffered from an overwhelming mental depression, a perfect heartsickness. All I wanted was to get home and die. Die I was very sure I should, at any rate, but I suppose I was never less prepared to do so."