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I am dying. I was so many miles
away, but I was singing his dear
hymns - all the time he was
dying. On the day of His birth, -
Thanksgiving day. I did not mean
to speak of my sufferings, but they
are in the lonely heart ever. Why?
do we mourn? The noble father is
with your boy - and they are talking
in - spirit language to each other.
Each, have father, and Son. The
time will not be long, when we
shall behold them! face, to face!, in
all this beauty. Years will be days,
and days hours, strengthened
in Christs love through Eternity.
"Forever with the Lord. "O! how
time will fly by [?i] - Seven years since
he I love, so dearly Entered into
life, not dead!! I feel as if I could
get on a fast train, and come to
you, so deep is my sympathy, and
knowing you both, in our young
days. both, so far from home.
and our mothers. Our hearts
mingled in loving sympathy, then.

though he cause grief, yet will he
have compassion according to the
multitude of his mercies.
Sam ".3.32."
I know that Christ will never chide
my sorrow, he hath wept, and sighed.
I feel the pressure of his hand,
I know that he doth understand.
And thou, Lord, will be more to me.
For that dear one who is with thee:
Thus thou wilt fill the vacant place
In thy deep tenderness and grace.

Lord Jesus, when I am in sorrow,
thou alone will comfort me!
Give me, O, God perfect submission
to thy holy will, and unshaken
trust in thy loving mercy; through
Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen!

My very dear friend,

Since the sad and
terrible intelligence was "wired"to
us, so brief a time ago that he,
your own beloved husband was