Il6 . THOMAS J. COMBER. 
I want a letter of three or four well-filled sheets. Do 
write soon. I hope dear ma is well. Also dear father, 
Tuke, and Harry. My best love to them all. 
I Ve got several more letters to write, and want to 
send them off to-day, so I must say good-bye to my 
dearest little sister. I blow you a good kiss, and hope 
the breeze will carry it. — Ever your loving brother, 
‘‘ Tom.’’ 
On receipt of the sad tidings of her death, Mr. 
Comber wrote home in the following tender strains : — 
‘‘I only heard the sad news yesterday about our 
darling’s death; my heart is brim full of pity and 
sorrow on my own behalf, but chiefly upon yours. 
Sweet, precious, little darling! Oh, how she, with 
her clinging, loving disposition, wound herself round 
all our hearts. Poor ma ! poor father 1 The gracious 
Lord, loving and tender, the God of all comfort, bind 
up your bruised and bleeding hearts ; and, as He can, 
make this sad, terrible affliction, turn into blessing. 
Oh, how different home will be without darling little 
Clara, my little pet, Pussie. I think you both know 
how much I loved her. I never loved any little one 
as I did her, and besides my own precious little wife, 
I have scarcely ever called any one ‘ my darling ’ as 
I have dearest little Pussie. She was without excep- 
tion the sweetest, most loving little spirit I ever met. 
And I have been anxiously and yet hopefully watch- 
ing her growing-up, and praying for all the Saviour’s 
richest and tenderest care and blessing to rest upon 
her. But she is such a ‘precious jewel’ of the 
Saviour’s that He has taken her to His own bosom, 
to care for her Himself. ‘ What is a jewel, Tom ? ’ 
she once asked me while we were singing ‘ When He 
cometh to make up His Jewels.’ Now the little darling 
knows what Christ’s jewels are, and how precious to 
Him are His ‘little children who love their Redeemer.’ 
I can hardly see to write, as I think of her sitting on 
ma’s lap, and speaking to you just before Jesus took 
