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Dear Waldo
I grieve to hear
our dear Charles cold dont give
way. God restore him for the
sake of Elizabeth & you & for that
world w/h his principles may
improve. Do send for your
Mother if he don't mend im
mediately Her care he needed
when I was at your house
his vigils & abstinence were
scathing his bones.

Will the last
[Friday]' Sarah [formed] a long
even with me & after I had
got all of her transcendable
notions I told her of my abdic
cation of your [fever/haven]. Like all
great folks she neither pitied
nor affected it - these things
are like bubbles w/h form &
burst beneath eternal [..mes]
Truth - she did request - & what
a little surprised tho I felt as