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longings, sad longings for that dear kindred soul? Can we recall the many years we have lived, loved, labored and sorrowed together, the house we have read, walked, sung together, the house and laughable frolics got up for suth others benefit, or in times of serious reflection the long talks as to the conclusion - "What was best to do" &c, Can we feel that those years, those scenes are passed - passed - with out regret? with out tearful sadness? Ah! Abby, dont ask me if there are heart struggles, let out hearts answer. Still you know, and I know 'tis best to look at the bright side of the picture. So though distance divide us, and other, stronger ties bind you, let us never be less dear to each other. This thought gives the cloud a "silver lining". I am happy to tell you mother is a litte better though no day passes without she lies down, and sometimes two or three times. She says tell Abby she is sorry [[written down left hand side of page]] | longings, sad longings for that dear kindred soul? Can we recall the many years we have lived, loved, labored and sorrowed together, the house we have read, walked, sung together, the house and laughable frolics got up for suth others benefit, or in times of serious reflection the long talks as to the conclusion - "What was best to do" &c, Can we feel that those years, those scenes are passed - passed - with out regret? with out tearful sadness? Ah! Abby, dont ask me if there are heart struggles, let out hearts answer. Still you know, and I know 'tis best to look at the bright side of the picture. So though distance divide us, and other, stronger ties bind you, let us never be less dear to each other. This thought gives the cloud a "silver lining". I am happy to tell you mother is a litte better though no day passes without she lies down, and sometimes two or three times. She says tell Abby she is sorry [[written down left hand side of page]] Mrs Windham of Winona has a son - all well at last accounts - Mr Bridge has started for the west - The Litchfields have left town - All but Uphelea she remains to teach | ||
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longings, sad longings for that dear kindred soul? Can we recall the many years we have lived, loved, labored and sorrowed together, the house we have read, walked, sung together, the house and laughable frolics got up for suth others benefit, or in times of serious reflection the long talks as to the conclusion - "What was best to do" &c, Can we feel that those years, those scenes are passed - passed - with out regret? with out tearful sadness? Ah! Abby, dont ask me if there are heart struggles, let out hearts answer. Still you know, and I know 'tis best to look at the bright side of the picture. So though distance divide us, and other, stronger ties bind you, let us never be less dear to each other. This thought gives the cloud a "silver lining". I am happy to tell you mother is a litte better though no day passes without she lies down, and sometimes two or three times. She says tell Abby she is sorry written down left hand side of page Mrs Windham of Winona has a son - all well at last accounts - Mr Bridge has started for the west - The Litchfields have left town - All but Uphelea she remains to teach