"Stop, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest."
~ Henry LongfellowMy Dearest Ladies,
I regret to advise that I am much cumbered with sickness these many days. I have struggled amidst aches and pains of the throat and chest. I have fallen ill with fever as well. It is with a weak body that I embrace my quill this evening.
I beg of you, my dear friends, please say a prayer for myself and for the children. I fear they shall grow ill as well. My dear mother has been stricken as well, and my dear sister is in a delicate condition, so my resources have been exhausted. Although, I do thank my dear friend, Josephine, who has offered her services in any way for which the situation calls.
I write not to burden you with my particular set of woes, but rather, because I was heartened by this wonderful tribute to motherhood, given by Longfellow. How true it is. As I look around my home this evening, I see that it breathes with life, and it whispers secrets to my soul. These many years I have devoted myself to my home, husband, and children, and when my eyes travel the corridors, I see a bit of myself in every element.
I seek not the pleasures of travel. I seek not the gifts of this present world. I do not search after great wisdom or prosperity. I do not covet that which is not mine. I do not keep the company of fools. Rather, I seek the solace of home and the hearts of those who live here. I search for the voice of my Creator, and the blessings only He can bestow. I have loved that which is mine, and cherished those things. And I've found the company of a few dear friends who have become as sweet perfume to my spirit...
I love you all dearly, and I pray the best of health to you all...
Ever Yours,
Lucinda Jane Wordsworth ~