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' " He rests from his labours and his
works do follow him." ' How I would
love to be near when in that grand
Instituet [sic] built ^ (to last) until ages shall
pass & sing his praises. The great
"Chorus". takes up the strains in
Our Fathers Kingdom, and we,
mourn, and they sing: O' could
we
but, be ever ready to trust!!
O! Dear Jesus - I say, so often "I am
so tired waiting," and still I dare
not ask to go. - 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
love Him. Would some one acknowledge
the - receipt of the this - please - ? My
Earnest. prayers for you, constantly
go up to God. Cecilia W. Kemble

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