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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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206 LETTERS.

I not felt Him to be so, not only in my heart, but also in
my home. But I ought to speak, not to write about this.
About this: “ What a happiness it is to love,” I said the
other day in a few words to the good, honest Agren. You
would have embraced him if you had seen the indescrib-
able expression of love which spread over his honest face,
while tears rolled down his cheeks, when he said, “ that
to love certainly gave happiness, but that it also caused so
much pain, so much suffering, that it is quite dreadful.”
Alas! it may be so; but also this suffering has its sweets.
It does not embitter, it ennobles. Our soul does not be-
come mouldy under it; it becomes invigorated and soars
heavenward.

And now let me speak of what has called forth this
paraphrase of your words. Agatha has been very ill.
Our mother and I have been exceedingly uneasy on her
account, and yet, in the midst of our distress and our anx-
iety, we felt peace, aye, had even many happy moments,
because we loved one another and felt it then so warmly.
Now, when our Agatha, after nearly three weeks’ painful
illness, is again restored, we feel so happy, and cannot say
gratefully enough: “ God be thanked!” and she is now
more than ever every body’s in the family “ little lady ;” is
lauded to the skies for every morsel which she eats; is
protected against every puff of wind, and is fondled and
petted in every way. Yet, I have never found her to bea
more earnest and amiable creature than just now.

9th September, 1839.

Only a few words to-day, my dearest Frances, to thank
you most sincerely for your letter of the 30th of last month,
and to tell you, that those who here love you so warmly
sympathize with you in the loss of your friend, and long to
see you well and happy again. Happy! yes certainly, for
the departed one was, as you say yourself, prepared, and
thus she lives and will love you in the better world which

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