Grief following the death of her son, Charles. "... every day I miss my poor little boy more and more, at first I was like a person falling from a great height, completely stunned by the shock, but when I come to sit up and be about it seems as though existence was a burden." Describes Charles's illness with a sore throat, medications and doctors visits, her suspicion of scarlet fever. "... as soon as I looked on him, I knew he must die, his glassy eyes all convinced me he was to go, I fell on the floor." Notes his requests for special quilts and pillows, his talking of family members. "They called it Croup, but if it was it was different from any I ever saw, we think it must have proceeded from Catarrhal affection as it does in old people sometimes." Many children have died recently of croup and scarlet fever. Comments on precautions used to protect Charles from cold winter weather.