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GLASGOW, 16th January 1880.
MY DEAR LEWIS,
Your note has just come with its burden of heavy tidings. I had written an hour ago to Uncle William, whose letter expressed anxious alarm, but we were not prepared for your announcement, for Willie's note of yesterday was rather encouraging and hopeful.
You know, and we all know, that as to your beloved mother, Christ was all her confidence. She rested in Him, and has now entered into a deeper rest with Him. But how fragrant will her memory ever be! Her most unselfish care for all of us, her innumerable kindnesses, as well as her prayers and sympathyall will be missed, and felt to be missing, by all her many friends.
'I was dumb, because Thou didst it.'
With kindest love to all with youall alike under the dark cloud, but yet able to look beyond it.
Your affectionate uncle,
ANDREW A. BONAR.