Perfect Rest

There is noth­ing in her appear­ance but per­fect rest. You would sup­pose her qui­etly asleep.”

— Charles Dick­ens in a let­ter to his wife, Cather­ine, break­ing the news gen­tly about their 8-month old daughter’s death.

Read the entire let­ter. One of the most painful let­ters any­one would have ever had to write.

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