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Letter from Walter Reed to Emilie B. Lawrence, December 16, 1875 | |
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| them, they must needs have the assistance of spoken words and "eyes that speak"- Oh! if I could only fold you to my heart & whisper words of love in your ear! If I could only make the Future seem as bright & happy as it appears to me! Perhaps, at the moment that I write, your heart may be borne down with grief for your dear little nephew: he may be living or perhaps, dead, I know not; but oh! Emilie love, could I be with you, what a comfort it would be to soothe your sorrow & wipe away your tears! Oh! I do trust, should the great, unknown Future have in store aught of grief for you, that it may be my lot to share it with you, my own, sweet darling! Nor do I desire aught of pleasure unless shared by you. My darling, I am a foolish boy, as yet, & sometimes I am not wise in my actions, and often I am far from being that "calm ate" one, that you so much admire, but could you probe my heart to its depths, you would find my pur- poses honest & sincere- Oh! I have prayed that I might be more steadfast in my resolves, not more for my own sake than for yours. Heaven knows, my darling, that I am not indifferent | |
| to the happiness of any living creature. And if I would not but have all happy, how much more would I seek to add to the happiness of one who is dear to me above all others! Some day, you will re- tract those words, which my hasty words drove you to- You will find that I have a kinder disposi- tion tha & trust me to the end! Knowing this so well, I can pa- tiently abide the coming of that time- Write to me very soon, my own darling E. and believe me, always, your own | |