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this was passing through
the shadow of a great
sorrow, she read an
account of the death of
your only son, and her
heart felt for you as
only a bereaved mother's
can, and ever since
that time I have noted
with deep interest the
accounts of the grand
work that you and
your noble husband
have been doing to ben-
efit mankind, in mem-
ory of that son's death.
And now, when the
crowning sorrow of your
life has come upon you,
I cannot resist writing
to you, for though we
are so widely separated

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in every way, and will
likely never see each
other's faces till we meet
around the "great white
Throne", we are at least
bound together by the sis-
terhood of sorrow and
are children of the same Father.

May I relate to you
a little of my life story?
It is not an uncommon
one, but in reading of
another's griefs, the burden
of loneliness may be for
a moment lifted from
your own heart. I was
left a widow many
years ago, with an only
child, a little daughter
two years old, and tried
to gather up the broken