Thursday Mor'ng
April 4, 1878.My Very Dear Cousin:
Your letter came duly. I did not answer as I should and wished at once because I had not written Auntie and because I was in a fuss over some raiment in which it was my design to envelope my sacred person; and which the raiment, bothered me beyond relating and out of all mental comfort in rest. It was impossible for me to express words of cheer or grace or even decent appetite to any one. And much less was I capable of addressing my gifted cousin in words which my heart would desire or my head approve. And this morning I am little better prepared to say anything to you. But for days I think even before your letter I felt impressed to say to you what I am constrained to this now. One thing you need change of some kind, change of thought of emotion of action or of climate; or of all four.
Could you go to southern France for a year or more? The expense of living would not be great - small I suppose compared with what it would be in this country. And if possible I would go with you. I too need change and I believe a little prosperity with other needful things would restore - would bestow a degree of wealth an[d] confidence which would enable me to live profitably and usefully the ability I know got gave me. What do you think? Awake arise and think! and be brave and let us see what can be done. This is not of a moments impulse but of weeks of thought and prayer.
Write me. I think I understand some of your needs and I dare be perfectly frank with you believing in your understanding and relying on your integrity. I shall hear from you right soon.
I think we might go to the Exposition in Paris and perhaps make it pay. You know I have a little gift with the art of the pen. If we could I know it would be well for us both.
Think of this and do not tell but pray. I hope as the sunshine warms the earth you will be helped. I see and understand. Trust me.
Take the best care of your self and fret in no way - Intent [?] for your mother wil[l] be of service to you. The day here is bright with sun - light, and cheerful with robbins [sic]
Love to all, and great love for yourself,
Cousin Dea.