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her run his race more fully and was better prepared to leave the world but let me not murmur it was the unerring hand of God that directed the shaft of death that levelled the blow and laid my dear father in the dust________________ But my father I cannot forget thee with keen anguish does my heart revert to the time of childhood when as happy as innocent I sat on thy knee and received thy warm embraces then I knew no sorrow no care to be with my dear father was the summit of my wishes. but alas how sadly has the scene changed. I have now no parent my brothers & sisters equally unfortunate are separated far from me and I cannot now have the consolations of bedewing a fathers grave with my tears many hundred miles interfere betwixt the place where repose the remains of my beloved parents and myself, now tears of bitter agony roll down my cheeks at the remembrance of former days days past never to return days of pleasure and of happiness Oh what a cold unfeeling is this we live in how few feel sympathy for the misfortunes of another, some say to me that my afflictions are small. that others suffer much more but to know that others are more unfortunate than myself does lessen my afflictions if only