Most Exalted Leaf, who was the peerless fruit
of the Holy Tree, and to commemorate the ascension of her who was the most
glorious trust left on earth by the Lord--may the souls of holy men and
women be a sacrifice for her sacred resting-place--has been received by the
Guardian.

It cannot be imagined to what a degree this terrible and calamitous event
has saddened him, and, more than words can tell, clouded the radiance of
his heart. For that holy being, that resplendent person, with all her
heart and soul and endless love, had ever fostered and cherished him in
the warm embrace of her celestial tenderness. She was his single, dear
companion, she was his one and only consolation in the world, and that is
why he is so burdened down with the passing of her high and stately
presence, and why the departure of that comely spirit is so hard for him
to bear.

She who was left in trust by Baha'u'llah was the symbol of His infinite
compassion, the day star in the heaven of His bounty and grace. That
sanctified spirit revealed the loving-kindness of Him who was the Beauty
of the All-Glorious, and was the welling spring of the favours and
bestowals of Him Who was the Lord, the Most High. She was the comforter of
anyone who grieved, the solace of any with a broken heart. She, that
Remnant of Baha, was a loving mother to the orphan, and for the hapless
and bewildered it was she who would find a way. Her holy life lit up the
world; her heavenly qualities and ways were a standard for people all over
the earth. Like a cloud of grace, she showered down gifts, and her
bestowals, like the morning winds, refreshed the soul.

Stranger and friend alike were captured by her loving-kindness, her
spiritual nature, her unceasing care for them and tender ways; enamoured
of her great indulgence toward them, and how she favoured them and
cherished them. The mind could only marvel at that subtle and ethereal
being, at the majesty and greatness of her, and the heavenly modesty, and
the forbearance and long suffering. Even in the thick of the worst
ordeals, she would smile like an opening rose, and no matter how dark and
calamitous the times, like a bright candle she would shed her light.

The Guardian sends messages of heartfelt condolence to all of you, and
asks you to be submissive and acquiescent and patient, and loyally to
arise and serve, and take for your model that precious treasure of the
Abha Paradise.

You had asked the Guardian as to