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Dear Sarah - | Dear Sarah - | ||
"Long as I live I shall love to call you so" Oh the unspeakables & sorrow, the severest pangs, the [[Heavenly?]] bitterness, have I experienced this day by being seperated from the dearest joy of my heart, - you. | |||
The tear has once forced itself into the corner of my eye, and the corner of my apron been once in requisition. Oh the bitterness of eating the bread of sorrow [[drawing of man with title Cranston]] Best thanks to Morse for the telegraphic invention. The crutch has but to rap when Lo! the message is returned. It is to be hoped the inhabitants will not be alarmed, thinging the spirits of the departed are hovering near. O dear Sarah do not judge of the depth of my affection by my epistles for nothing ever bore so wide a relation as my love and my letter | The tear has once forced itself into the corner of my eye, and the corner of my apron been once in requisition. Oh the bitterness of eating the bread of sorrow [[drawing of man with title Cranston]] Best thanks to Morse for the telegraphic invention. The crutch has but to rap when Lo! the message is returned. It is to be hoped the inhabitants will not be alarmed, thinging the spirits of the departed are hovering near. O dear Sarah do not judge of the depth of my affection by my epistles for nothing ever bore so wide a relation as my love and my letter | ||
Hoping to hear from you soon I bid you good night and send a Kiss | Hoping to hear from you soon I bid you good night and send a Kiss [[mark]] Emma | ||
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Carr's room 8 O'clock at night
Dear Sarah -
"Long as I live I shall love to call you so" Oh the unspeakables & sorrow, the severest pangs, the Heavenly? bitterness, have I experienced this day by being seperated from the dearest joy of my heart, - you.
The tear has once forced itself into the corner of my eye, and the corner of my apron been once in requisition. Oh the bitterness of eating the bread of sorrow drawing of man with title Cranston Best thanks to Morse for the telegraphic invention. The crutch has but to rap when Lo! the message is returned. It is to be hoped the inhabitants will not be alarmed, thinging the spirits of the departed are hovering near. O dear Sarah do not judge of the depth of my affection by my epistles for nothing ever bore so wide a relation as my love and my letter Hoping to hear from you soon I bid you good night and send a Kiss mark Emma