[Letter of Francis William Newman to Mrs. Kingsley.]

[undated; ca. March 1/88.*]

    My dear Friend,

        What a violent winter it has been in very many places! Nor is it all over. After the awful "blizzard" in New York, and its minor horrors elsewhere, and the many fatal avalanches, I see this morning fresh inundations in Hungary from sudden melting of snow. The sudden chill which smote your husband was but a mild type, it seems, of the death fatal to so many. Other deaths from cold, reported to us, have reminded us of your great and sudden loss; yet what had I to say to you? I have thought that the echo from your son in Calcutta may have made your grief break out afresh. . . . I trust that time, which has not yet at all had softening powers, has not added any fresh bitterness on a fuller realization.

Affectionately yours,        
F. W. Newman    

    [*Sieveking's suggestion, p. 381.]