| Untitled Page 11' " He rests from his labours and his
works do follow him." ' How I would
love to be near when in that [Dr?]
Institud built ^ (to last) [Dr?] ages shall
pass [Dr?] sing his praises. The great
"Chorus". [Dr?] up the strains in
Our Fathers Kingdom, and we,
mourng, and they sing: O' could
we but, be ever ready so trust!!
O! Dear Jesus - I say, so often "I am
so tired waiting," and still I dare
not ask [Dr?] - He knows best -
If there was a place to read the -
dear "Book" or teach music (sacred
music), could I come? I am
so lonely, my boy, the youngest is
far up in the mountains in "Happy
Camp ^ (California" with - his faithful dear wife.
They traveled through the desert - waded
streams, slept in barns, and now they
are there - He has charge of a gold
mine, - but is very delicate. I have
given him into God's loving care. He
will never forsake them - for they
[Dr?] Him. Would some one acknowledge
the - receipt of the this - please - ? My
Earnest. - [Dr?] - for you, constantly
go up to God. Cecilia W. Kemble | Untitled Page 11' " He rests from his labours and his
works do follow him." ' How I would
love to be near when in that [Dr?]
Institud built ^ (to last) [Dr?] ages shall
pass [Dr?] sing his praises. The great
"Chorus". [Dr?] up the strains in
Our Fathers Kingdom, and we,
mourng, and they sing: O' could
we but, be ever ready so trust!!
O! Dear Jesus - I say, so often "I am
so tired waiting," and still I dare
not ask [Dr?] - He knows best -
If there was a place to read the -
dear "Book" or teach music (sacred
music), could I come? I am
so lonely, my boy, the youngest is
far up in the mountains in "Happy
Camp ^ (California" with - his faithful dear wife.
They traveled through the desert - waded
streams, slept in barns, and now they
are there - He has charge of a gold
mine, - but is very delicate. I have
given him into God's loving care. He
will never forsake them - for they
[Dr?] Him. Would some one acknowledge
the - receipt of the this - please - ? My
Earnest. - [Dr?] - for you, [Dr?][Dr?]
go up to God. Cecilia W. Kemble |