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missed their little captain. As soon as we could we
went up to see him. There he lies, the fair haired boy
in the green hill side, with the poor little trains under
his sweet guardianship, seeming to do something kindly
and protecting in Death as he ever did in Life. Some
kind hand had covered both graves with flowers. If I
knew whose I would kiss it. It was not Mrs Gould, so
I have some unknown friend. I hope the flowers of Paradise
which he is gathering now do not blind his eyes to these
which his Mother laid there, not with her tears. It
seems harder than ever to live without him out here.
Mr [Ramles?] comes on Saturday. Tell the Jno Maries they
cant come too soon, or stay too long, the place looks beautifully
I hope you will come dear Mr Ruggles. I need all my
friends this sad summer. John is not very well today
so I must go amuse him. Affly yours Lizzie [Sherwood]