ABSTRACT
In 1892 she had a long and trying illness, from which she never fully recovered. Writing to a friend she says, "I little knew how much I had to learn till thus tried and sifted." Speaking further of this time of suffering, she calls it a "salutary experience." Those who were privileged to know the sufferer will say, if she had faults, " only heaven knew of them." She was frankly kind and generous, and possessed a rare gift of making her friends happy.
