As both husband and wife are now reunited I venture to publish a portion of this wonderful letter--both as a message of consolation to others under a similar bereavement and as a tribute to the great loving heart of Benjamin M.Palmer.
He says: "Truly my sorrow is a sorrow wholly by itself.

What is to be done with a love which belongs only to one, when that one is gone and cannot take it up?
It cannot perish, for it has become a part of our own being.

What shall we do with a lost love which wanders like a ghost through all the chambers of the soul only to feel how empty they are?
I have about me--blessed be God! a dear daughter and grandchildren; but I cannot divide this love among them, for it is incapable of distribution.
What remains but to send it upward until it finds her to whom it belongs by right of concentration through more than forty years." "I will not speak, my brother, of my pain--let that be; it is the discipline of love, having its fruit in what is to be.

But I will tell you how a gracious Father fills this cloud with Himself--and covering me in it, takes me into His pavilion.

It is not what I would have chosen; but in this dark cloud I know better what it is to be alone with Him; and how it is best sometimes to put out the earthly lights, that even the sweetest earthly love may not come between Him and me.