FR had a strong love of infants all her life, and all that love seemed now (at age 74) to be focused on little Lewie, the child of the pastor of the little chapel FR attended. She took it upon herself to educate the little one, giving an hour a day to this endeavor. But Lewie died suddenly, and FR was deeply shaken.
"I have wept myself almost blind, since sudden death on Sunday last removed 'the delight of my eyes.' . . . I cannot recover the daily blank of the dear babe I was educating—as it proved—for heaven. I weep daily . . . ."
The previous July, seven months before, she had written, "The Dallows have a little got over their troubles, though the baby is very weakly, and I think too sweet tempered to live." And in September, "Mrs. Dallow's baby was given over last week with inflammation of the lungs, but is now recovered, though still miserably delicate, and too good to live." FR was well familiar with the expression "The good die young."
FR desired to be buried beside the Dallow baby, but before she died, the Dallows lost another baby and then Mr. Dallow himself was taken. There was plenty of grief to go around.