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by you and our sainted Mother, when Isabella
was a baby two days old to Mr Tennisson, and
many others after I returned to the south, and
in them I can again see how our dear Mother
toiled and slaved for her family, with
very few comforts to cheer her on, but
her sufferings on earth hav long since ended
and she has been reaping the reward of all
her virtues, and the patient endurance of
her troubles, and is now a happy angel
in heaven, but I can never cease to
regret that it was out in my favor[?]
to render her situation happier al[?] her burdens
lighter, - here are some letters from Dear,
Mable James and George - I always associate
the memory of George with my own
son Edward. he was about as old whe
I last saw him[underlined] - poor[underlined] boy I shall
never cease to regret, that, I once greivd
his dear kind heart; but I was thoughtless
and and did not mean to hurt his feelings
prehaps you will remember that when
Mr Tennisson left me at Fathers he bought
a cow, to keep my little boy in milk
George went every morning across the frozen
pond to milk her - one morning I saw
him coming at a distane he saw me
too[underlined] and out of sport raised the vesal to
his lips, to pretend he was drinking