I have had one of my
headaches. That monarch John found it out, and turned me out. I
could bear to go, for I knew my boy was safe with him. He made me
over to Primrose, who nursed me as tenderly as my Babie could have
done, and indeed, I begin to think she will soon be as near and dear
to me as my Sydney or Elvira. She has a power over Bobus that no one
else ever had, and she is very lovely in expression as well as
features, but how will so ardent a Christian as she is receive one
still so far off as my poor Robert, though indeed I think he has at
least come so far as the cry, 'Help Thou mine unbelief.'
"So now they have let me come back to my Jock, and I see visibly his
improvement. He holds out his hand, and he smiles, and he speaks now
and then, the dreadful oppression is gone, and all the dangerous
symptoms are abating, and I cannot tell how happy and thankful we
are. 'Send my love, and tell Sydney she has a blessed Monk,' he
says, as he wakes, and sees me writing.
"That dear Monk says he will not go home till he can carry home his
patient. When that will be I cannot tell, for he cannot sit up in
bed yet. Dear Sydney, how I thank her! John says it was not his
treatment, but, under Divine Providence, youthful nature that had had
her rest, and begun to rally her strength.
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