many ills and cares, we have had much joy together, in the sympathy with natural beauty, — with our child, — with all that is innocent and sweet.
I do not knew whether he will always love me so well, for I am the elder, and the difference will become, in a few years, more perceptible than now. But life is so uncertain, and it is so necessary to take good things with their limitations, that I have not thought it worth while to calculate too curiously.
However my other friends may feel, I am sure that you will love him very mach, and that he will love you no less. Could we all live together, on a moderate income, you would find peace with us. Heaven grant, ihat, on returning, I may gain means to effect this object. He, of course, can do nothing, while we are in the United States, but perhaps I can; and now that my health is better, I shall be able to exert myself, if sure that my child is watched by those who love him, and who are good and pure.
What shall I say of my child? All might seem hyperbole,
even to my dearest mother. In him I find satisfaction,
for the first time, to the deep wants of my heart.
Yet, thinking of those other sweet ones fled, I must look
upon him as a treasure only lent. He is a fair child,
with blue eyes and light hair; very affectionate, graceful,
and sportive. He was baptized, in the Roman Catholic
Chureh, by the name of Angelo Eugene Philip, for his
father, grandfather, and my brother. He inherits the
title of marquis.
Write the name of my child in your Bible, Angelo Ossoli, born September 5, 1848. God grant he may live to see you, and may prove worthy of your love!
