╰⊱8th December, 1801 ⊱╮

It is now a fortnight since poor Philip was taken from us. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton are much altered in their spirits; yet in the midst of such affliction, their sorrow hath softened Mrs. Hamilton to forgiveness, and hath drawn them nearer one to the other. Thus, in their grief, they yet possess the comfort of mutual consolation.

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The pair were seated in the garden. Eliza laid her head upon her husband’s shoulder, her hand straying gently through a lock of his long red hair. A tremulous sigh escaped her, which moved Alexander to cast his eyes down upon her.