Davis, Marian
Rome, New York
July 30, 1885
Previously unpublished.
Dear Sister Marian:
We stepped from the cars about one hour ago; found Brother Wilbur Whitney and his wife waiting for us. A hack took us to his home, where we are now waiting dinner. I have endured the journey much better than I feared. It has been fearfully hot in Battle Creek, and it must result in considerable sickness. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 1
We arrived in Battle Creek Monday night. Your father was waiting at depot to see you, but I am glad you did not come. The journey would have prostrated you. The Lord has sustained me; I can never doubt this. Tuesday your brother’s wife was buried, and I am glad you were spared this. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 2
I do not think it best myself for you to carry out your plans of going to school. You have already accomplished more in fitting up my writings than you will ever do again. You have done this work satisfactorily, and I have perfect satisfaction. My only burden is your continual complaints and your depreciating your own ability. This burdens me. If you would go cheerfully forward, doing the best you can, then trust fully in the Lord, you would do well. If you would cease worrying and fretting and complaining of yourself, and just act yourself, I should be a happy woman. I cannot see one ray of light in your plans of attending school. But if you will not be satisfied, then you must do it, and I will be reconciled. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 3
Why are there no pieces sent for the Review? It troubles me. You or Eliza ought to have an article every week. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 4
I understand your brother anticipated your coming to take care of his little girl. Now, Marian, if you come East, I shall fear that you will do some such thing as this. God does not mark out your duty in this line, and I hope you will carry on the work of mine you have commenced on. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 5
Well, Marian, I have done through the grace of God much work since I came East in writing and in speaking, and today am much better every way than when I left home. Write to me, my sister. In love. 4LtMs, Lt 40, 1885, par. 6