beckoning us to follow.
For who is not weary of the abominations of our time, or rather of this hell,which painsspiritand eye day and night?
I am too grievedon your account to write more.
My wife was thunderstruck when she heard the news, for she and your wife were as one soul.
God to give you temporal consolation.
For you have good cause to rejoicewhen you know your pious wife has been snatched from your side to enjoy everlastinglife in heaven.
And of this you cannot doubt, as she fell asleep in Jesus^with so many pious expressions of her faith in Thus also slumbered my little daughter,which is my great and only consolation.
God, who has tried you, will comfort you now and for ever.
Luther begs him to moderate his grief.
Grace and peace, my dearest I and thy mother and all the household are well.
Do endeavour manfullyto conquer thy tears, that thou mayst not add to thy mother's distress,for she is only too prone to grieve.
God, who, through us, desires you to work where you are, and then thou wilt easily overcome your weakness.
Thy mother cannot write, and does not think it necessary to repeat what she said to you, viz. that you can come home if things go badly with you, but she meant if you were ill.
If this happen, let us know at once.
Otherwise she hopes you will cease this lamentation, and pick up heart and go quietly on with your studies.
May all go well with you in the