[Rosine Amé Draz] to Frederick Douglass, July 12, 1863
Wincobank Hall
Sheffield
July 12th/63
My dear friend, I am here
for a fortnight. Mrs Rawson
so entreated me to come over
to see her that I could not
refuse taking advantage of
a cheap excursion train to visit
my old home which the remembrance
of happy gone by days renders very
dear to me. I am occupying your
own room. And am now writing
these lines in it. I have just
been committing you to the care
of our God and Father and
I hope to spend thus many
a happy hour in this dear room
during my brief sojourn here.
My thoughts have been continually
with you. Since my arrival here
Dear Mrs. Rawson seldom leaves
her room before the afternoon
so that I enjoy many delightful
hours on my own in heart
communion with beloved absent friends
Before leaving Plymouth I had the happiness of receiving your dear letter—and the Monthly. I cannot tell you how glad I was to see it at last. You will understand why its non appearance for so many months troubled me. And you will forgive my rather impatient reiterations of the request that it should be sent to me. I take the most intense interest in you and in your cause my very dear friend and surrounded as I am by people who appear as indifferent to it as if there were no downtrodden Slaves in the world. I long all the more to know what is taking place around you and to read your own thoughts about it. Oh that I could tell you all that my heart would now dictate in this letter—but I must not take up your time. I have too often indulged my own selfish inclination during these past years—You have been very kind and patient with me and I am deeply grateful to you for allowing me still to write to you. I know you were displeased with me for sending you that poor little sum in the Spring. That you even had the thought of sending it back grieved me very much had you actually done so it would indeed have given me a terrible shock. Perhaps I deserve it as for having so thoughtlessly and selfishly expressed my anxiety for the future. I wrote when a succession of trials had weakened my faith in the never ceasing care of my heavenly Father. I am much happier now. I feel convinced that I shall never want. Oh never again say that you will give me back that which I have had such joy—such happiness in sending you. Dear Friend if you really believed that which God knows is true—if you believed that I would
gladly give my life for you and your poor oppressed race. You would understand how it grieved me when you say you wish to return the very mite that I give to you. You must allow me to help you as long as I can and according to my means. It is the only joy which remains to me on Earth—I do not do it that I may be remembered or thanked—Nor that I may be loved but because it is an urgent want of my heart to work for you. And to help you in your troubles when once you shall be happy, when your long labors shall at last be crowned with success (and they will be soon).
When I know you are satisfied fully satisfied and happy then I shall no longer be realy anxious about anything. I shall no longer trouble you but ever to the end of life pray for