368 MEMOIR OF DR. HARVEY. 



Mrs. and Dr. Lornbe. Dr. Lombe is very skilful, and unre- 

 mittingly kind ; and when I am able to get out I hope my 

 strength may improve. At present a walk across the room, or 

 from one room to. another, is about enough for me. 



Mrs. Harvey sends her love — you know you have her sym- 

 pathy. " God be your hope and strength !" and farewell. 



Yours affectionately. 



To Mrs. F r. 



Torquay, April 26th, 1866. 

 I am very much weaker and thinner than when I left 

 Dublin — my pulse at an average of 120 — and I am told nearly 

 the whole of my left lung is congested 



So much for my outward man. As to my real self, though 

 often languid and good for nothing, on the whole I am cheerful, 

 and enjoy reading of various kinds. I know very well that I 

 am in a critical state of health, much more so than I supposed 

 before we left home. But I also know and can trust Him in 

 whose hands my life is, and who has followed me with most 

 merciful forbearance during the whole course of my life. I 

 endeavour after a full submission to His will, and pray that 

 sooner or later He may take me to Himself, and that I may 

 " stand in my lot at the end of the days " united to those who 

 are gone before, who are so often in my thoughts. But for 

 dear L.'s sake, I could die here as peacefully as at home. It 

 never appeared to me to be of any consequence where we die, 

 or where we are laid. The world is a mere speck in the uni- 

 verse. This day at sunset, thirty years ago, we committed 

 dear Joseph's body to the deep, " till the sea shall give up her 

 dead!" I have ahvays had a strong repugnance to carrying 

 bodies to distant burial-places. 



Where the tree falls, there let it lie ! ... . 



Don't think I am out of spirits — those things don't agitate 

 me in the least. 



I could not but feel thankful to hear that dear S. W. had 

 entered into her rest — every troubled thought forgotten, and 



her spirit freed from every entanglement How tenderly she 



waited on us in sickness at school — when I had both measles 

 and scarlatina, and when I was laid up by a scythe-cut across 

 my instep, which I gave myself while George O'Connor was 



