mother as laying in that grave over which I have wept but I think of her singing the praises of her Saviour in His Kingdom. Often I think that her spirit watches over me. What a blessed change it was to her from her bed of suffering and how selfish in me to wish her back again. I trust my beloved husband we may all meet her again never more to part. I shall now conclude for tonight. I hear there is a vessel going this week to Taranaki and I shall send this letter by it. It is strange how fortunate we always are in getting opportunities of writing to each other. Good night dearest love. May God bless you. Friday afternoon My darling husband I did not write last [night] as I sat too late at work so you must forgive your pussy. I am just going to send down to the post office to see if the mail has come in. I am so anxious to hear.