As I am thinking of ending this letter, the shadow of a saying crosses my memory―that of good things there are always three.
I forget which of earth's tongues has moulded this into a proverb, but something more than a proverb often troubles me now—
I remember that I used to be taught to believe in the Trinity—in Unity, but I never get beyond the two now—
I know something of a Father, and something of a Saviour, but was not there a third to help one to say our Father and my Saviour?
Alas, the idea is a blank now, leaving a shadow to haunt me!
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