ABSTRACT
I have since yesterday your nice letter. I am thankful you are getting on so well. You say nothing of your own strength—don't think you can support it by singing hymns, else you will find again 'Yet is their strength labour and sorrow.' Don't work too hard—nor too pathetically. I am a little better, and hope I am likely henceforward to gain. Thanks for your trust in me. I have tried it sorely. Never anyone's so much, whatever they say. As to my breaking appointments, with most people my folly was in ever making them.
