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April 12 a pleasant moning and my health is improving
bless the lord o my soul for all his goodness to me a sinner
A worm of the dust
One year this day with many tears we committed our
Dear child to the toomb. she meekly yielded to the will
of her heavenly father, without one murmuring word, she said
that if god spared her life she would live better she
Mourn for the past, and prayed that she would beforgiven
all her sins. I have hope that she is in heaven she
Love her Brother Daniel the sould of Lydia was knit with
her Brother, how often did tears stream from her Eyes
her heart was broken when she spoke of him, they soon
Meet to part no more
I call to see my Dear afflicted Mrs Stickney she has
been call to part with her only son. I can feel for her
when I was with her my tears open afresh a wound, they
ware friends my son often spoke of Moses Stickney