Affection for Helen
Juy 1, 1837
“I have often thought that a man must feel queerly, who has had a leg amputated; but what is the subtraction of a leg, compared to the loss of his ‘better half’? If we twain are one, (as I have been imagining ever since S. J. May bound us together,) how is it that you are in Providence, and I am in Brooklyn, at the same instant? … Ah! the solution of the enigma is easy — our hearts are one, not our bodies, so that we can be in full communion with each other at a distance of thirty miles.” 1