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Bournemouth
Hampshire
April 27th / 65
My very dearest Friend
Though I have only just sent off a letter to you, I cannot refrain from coming to you this evening with my heart full of the deepest sorrow at the news just received of the assassination of the poor Mr. Lincoln. I am filled with horror and most anxious —dear—dear friend about you. Oh—May God watch over your own precious life—I cry unto Him with all the power of my soul. May He keep you from the wicked assassins
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of whom I fear there are many in the pay of the Enemies of your people—My consolation is that He—who has kept you hitherto—will, I do earnestly pray, still watch over such a very precious life—I will never—never cease to bring you before him—night and day—Your name shall be the burden of my prayers—But—oh—do—do take care of yourself—do not expose yourself needlessly—I shall have no rest until I hear see again your name—as among the living—or hear from you myself. God protect you—God save you from the snares of the wicked—May every hair of your head be precious in His sight—and may He keep you under the shadow of his wings. Oh, dear friend what can be meant by this awful dispensation of Providence? Why was the Murderer permitted to succeed in his diabolical attempt. My heart is quite bewildered—
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I cannot understand anything more. All is Mystery—Mystery. Yet I must believe that God reigns—and that He is a righteous and merciful God—or I could not endure existence. What will be the consequences of this terrible event?—One thing I am convinced of and it is that God will not forsake my poor despised people—after having brought them out of the house of bondage into the Wilderness
Will you kindly put the enclosed into the post Farewell God bless you