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Saturday, July 17th Cloudy. Carrie and Kate were absent all
the morning shopping and looking up dressmakers.
In the afternoon I was about putting on my things
preparatory to a call on Mary when I took up a paper
just thrown in and the first thing I saw was the
announcement of Mrs Tucker's death - Could it be possible
and I had not even heard that she had been dangerously ill.
She died this [morn?] at 12 o'clock of inflammation of the heart.
I could hardly believe it, and resolved at once to call at
Mr. Tucker's and learn the particulars. Poor Mrs Sager?!
was my first thought - she has lost her best friend -
they were dear to each other as sisters and indeed by that
endearing title they always addressed one another.
To Mrs Tucker, Mrs Sager? always went for counsel and sympathy
and as Ellen? has told me she thought all the world of her
then oh! how heavily will the blow fall on her widowed heart
I could but weep as I thought of it - and then too, so far
away without a friend to whom she can go for sympathy
or consolation. But I forget! - her best friend is ever
with her and surely He who has [sustained?] in a greater
trial will not forsake her in this. - I went immediately
to Mr Tucker's, stopping on my way to say a word to Mary.
I was shown into the back parlor the room in which I saw
her for the first time several months since. I have felt
so well acquainted with her that I can hardly realize that
I have known her for only so short a time, much less can [I?]
I realize that our pleasant interviews will be no more. The corpse was in the room -
ah! how unlike a corpse - so composed, so serene - a bright smile glowing over the
pale expressive features like a ray of glory lighting up the dark realm of death.

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