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hard for us to go on our way with true humility and endurance.
Pardon me that I can write so little, but, thank you, I must. My family are well, their happy children's faces with the unbroken gladness on them, are what has done me good in these days. I cannot think of music; if I turn my thoughts to it, it all seems waste and hollow. But when my children come in, a brightness comes with them, and then I can listen to them and watch them for hours.
The best of thanks for your letter. Heaven keep you and yours.
Felix M. B.
