May God bless you, give you the best blessing in earth and heaven, as the God of the living in both places.

We ought not to be selfish, nor stupid, so as to be afraid of leaving you in His hands.

What is beautiful and joyful to observe is the patience and self-possession with which you endure even the most painful manifestation of His will; and that, while you lose none of that interest in the things of our mortal life which is characteristic of your sympathetic nature, you are content, just as if you felt none, to let the world go, according to the decision of God.

May you be more and more confirmed and elevated and at rest--being the Lord's, whether absent from the body or present in it! For my own part, I have been long convinced that what we call death is a mere incident in life--perhaps scarcely a greater one than the occurrence of puberty, or the revolution which comes with any new emotion or influx of new knowledge.
I am heterodox about sepulchres, and believe that no _part of us_ will ever lie in a grave.

I don't think much of my nail-parings--do you ?--not even of the nail of my thumb when I cut off what Penini calls the 'gift-mark' on it.