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We received Mr. Smiths letter this morning informing us
of the death of Aunt McCabe. Knowing her extreme age and feebleness
we were not much surprised to hear of her death, as we have
been looking for it for some time. To her the change was a happy
one, as she was fully prepared, and waiting for the message "It
is enough, come up higher" and now doubtless mingles with our
loved ones (so may of whom are gone before) in that bright world,
where "Not the slightest touch of pain, nor sorrow's least alloy,
can violate our rest or stain, our purity of joy". Our loss is her
eternal gain. May we so live through divine grace, that when we
die we may all meet in heaven.
Mr. H. has been indisposed for several week past and for
the last week has been confined to bed with what appeared to be a
bad attack of the Piles, but it has proved to be an Abscess in
the Rectum. He suffers a great deal of pain and will continue to
do so until it comes to a head and discharges its contents. The
Drs. say there is no danger from it, but it will be tedious, as it
takes some time for them to gather, and will be some time in healing
up. This accounts for his seeming neglect in not attending to
the Guano, as this alone has prevented him. I am much obliged to
you for your advice to him in regard to taking an appointment. I
believe that he had made up his mind not to travel next year but
if there was any doubt on the subject, this indisposition will settle
it. He now says he will not take an effective relation this
Spring. The book store alluded to, was one of the topics of conversation
when E. Fox was here, but whether it will ever be any
thing more, will be for the future to develope.
Pa is still confined to his room. Sometimes worse and
then better. He is better today than he has been this week. E. R.
has a cold. The rest of the family are well. It is getting late,
and Mr. H. requires my attention, and I must draw to a close.
Write to us soon. Our love to all.
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