Nov : 24: 1891 / My dear, dear friend, / I have heard / this evening of your last and / heaviest loss, and am aghast to think / of what it must mean to you - / your first child, the light of your / eyes and the strength of your hand / - that dear Lily. I was talking of / her yesterday with one of my sisters / - I had no thought that it was / possible that she was near the / brink of the river - but now I know / that even then she had passed? / it. I can say nothing but / I love you, and sympathise with / you with some knowledge of how / it must be with you, and with / keen resemblance of the other / losses that have / come to you before / this, My love also, and tender / thoughts follow Irene and Wini- / fred. I come very close to you / all in my knowledge of the place / where you are now and where / your Lily has been so much to / you. I wish I had seen her / when I was with you in Janu- / ary - but the impression she / made upon me is very clear. / Always I think of her 'come / wet, come dry. I must be- / Soul' - when she was Chist- ianed; it was so ecstatic. / God help you, and keep your / certainty of his presence un- / cloded. With sisterly love / to yourself & your husband / I amd ever your affecate. G. Burne-Jones