Letters to a Friend 



thing like full sight is now my outstanding hope. 

 When the wound was made about one third 

 of a teaspoonful of fluid like the white of an 

 egg flowed out upon my fingers, aqueous 

 fluid, I suppose. The eye has not yet lost its 

 natural appearance. 



I can see sufficiently well with it to avoid the 

 furniture, etc., in walking through a room. 

 Can almost, in full light, recognize some of 

 my friends but cannot distinguish one letter 

 from another of common type. I would like to 

 hear Dr. Carr's opinion of my case. 



When I received my blow I could not feel 

 any pain or faintness because the tremendous 

 thought glared full on me that my right eye was 

 lost. I could gladly have died on the spot, be 

 cause I did not feel that I could have heart to 

 look at any flower again. But this is not so, 

 for I wish to try some cloudy day to walk to 

 the woods, where I am sure some of spring's 

 sweet fresh-born are waiting. 



I believe with you that "nothing is with 

 out meaning and purpose that comes from a 

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