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I promised to write to you from our dear Brothers, hoping
that by my stay here my spirits would be better than when
at home & I could write a more interesting letter. But oh how
uncertain are all we promise ourselves on Earth. The Lord in
his wisdom has seen fit to take poor, dear little Frank to
himself & many hearts are sad like my own. Oh he looks so sweet,
so much like a little angel. Oh I think so much of the joy in
Heaven. Our dear Father has I trust met with his son, & his
little grandson, & they with those who went before them are now
praising that Saviour who bought them with his precious blood.
May all of us prove faithful & finally meet them is my prayer.
My poor dear Mother I greatly fear is not able to stand
so much long. Grace I trust will be granted her to bear up under
her heavy afflictions, & she may be enabled to say with Job of
old the Lord gave & the Lord hath taken away blessed be his
Holy name.
Brother & Sister are in deep distress, & their children
all feel deeply little Frank's death. Poor Mary particularly.
I have not heard from Mr. Stevens today. I hope he is
better. I reckon some one writes from there to Sister Hag. daily.
Little Minnie is well. Little Lucy Pa tells me has been quite
sick but is getting better. She is with Ha. I cant write any
more now. I hope to hear from you or some member of the family
soon. Oh my dear Sister pray for me & my little fathorless children.
Tell Bro. Wheelwright that I want to write to him, & will
as soon as I can feel enough composed to do so.
My love to my dear Mother, Carrie, Fannie, Sister Mag.,
Mrs. Stevens, Lucy, Mrs. Kyle, Cousin Julia, & all enquiring
friends.
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