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My Dear Son often Spoke perticular of his mother he
Spake in the most affectinate terms as have been his best Earthy
counseller and friend in his Early days
I am a woman of affliction of whom it Said of Sorrwing
Mary the goeth unto the grave to weep there
Yes though all whome we have loved Sleep within
its wall I returned from the tomb my tears ledewed
My eyes, O the words of my Dear Son is fresh in my
Mind, he Said one afternoon to me Mother You will mourn
for me when I am gone, I thought that to all apearance
that he would close my Eyes, I Said nothing to him but
Look up Sorrowfull up on him, how little did i think that
his days ware numbered and that I Should be call to
Part with him, my heart was Set upon him I Love
him very much, often man a point and God disapoint