mselves to the meagre and bitter fare they see； and who can wonder？ “Let us eat and drink； for tomorrow we die。”
To return to the sorrow which gave rise to these reflections。 I staggered from the room； I wrote a cable directing that the burial should take place by the chancel door of Ditchingham Church； where now he lies。 Afterwards I took up a Bible and opened it at hazard。 The words that my eyes fell on were “Suffer little children to e unto me； and forbid them not。” The strange chance seemed to cheer me a little。 That afternoon I went for a walk in the great avenue。 Never shall I forget that walk among the gay and fashionable Mexicans。 I did not know till then what a man can endure and live。
Now I have e to understand that this woe has two sides。 If he had lived who knows what might have chanced to him？ And the holy love which was between us； might it not have faded after the fashion of this world？ As things are it remains an unchangeable； perfect； and eternal thing。 Further； notwithstanding all； I am glad that he lived with us for those few years。 His sufferings were short； his little life was happy while it endured； he the world； and； lastly； I believe that the soul which has been； is and will be。22
21 My son died suddenly of a perforating ulcer after an attack of measles。 Perhaps surgery could have saved him today。 — H。 R。 H。
As for myself； I was crushed； my nerves broke down entirely； and the rest of the Mexican visit； with its rough journeyings； is to me a kind of nightmare。 Not for many years did I shake off the effects of the shock； indeed I have never done so altogether。 It has left me with a heritage of apprehensions； not for myself personally — I am content to take what es — but for others。 My health gave out。 I left London； whi