1.  I am doubly alarmed to the very bottom of my heart, and you are the cause.  I am either the victim of some unkindly prepossession, and so am driven to make an unbrotherly charge; or, with every wish to feel for you, and to deal gently with your troubles, I am forced to take a different and an unfriendly attitude.  Wherefore, even as I take my pen to write, I have nerved my unwilling hand by reflection; but my face, downcast as it is, because of my sorrow over you, I have had no power to change.  I am so covered with shame, for your sake, that my lips are turned to mourning and my mouth straightway falls.  Ah me!  What am I to write?  What shall I think in my perplexity?