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have taken place, and still I am here. But my dear ones, although I am here so very long, my spirit is not always with me; often very often it visits that beloved spot where dwell so many of my bosom friends. Our happy family may often be scattered in body (for we must remember, this is a world of [[parting?]]) but never, never, I hope, will we be separated in spirit. Love has [[winded?]] us with her arms, and has bound us together with a bond that even death will leave unbroken. You must not think that I am all [[times?]] sick; from what i have written, for I am not, and you would think that I was not, if you had heard me laugh a few minutes ago, and indeed I have hardly got [[so hard?]] down yet, but I love my home, that is a feeling in my heart that cannot be satisfied any where else, and I would like [[ | have taken place, and still I am here. But my dear ones, although I am here so very long, my spirit is not always with me; often very often it visits that beloved spot where dwell so many of my bosom friends. Our happy family may often be scattered in body (for we must remember, this is a world of [[parting?]]) but never, never, I hope, will we be separated in spirit. Love has [[winded?]] us with her arms, and has bound us together with a bond that even death will leave unbroken. You must not think that I am all [[times?]] sick; from what i have written, for I am not, and you would think that I was not, if you had heard me laugh a few minutes ago, and indeed I have hardly got [[so hard?]] down yet, but I love my home, that is a feeling in my heart that cannot be satisfied any where else, and I would like [[mighty?]] well to be there with you at this very moment, but as that cannot be I shall try to be content and happy here, for a while longer, hoping for the best. | ||
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have taken place, and still I am here. But my dear ones, although I am here so very long, my spirit is not always with me; often very often it visits that beloved spot where dwell so many of my bosom friends. Our happy family may often be scattered in body (for we must remember, this is a world of parting?) but never, never, I hope, will we be separated in spirit. Love has winded? us with her arms, and has bound us together with a bond that even death will leave unbroken. You must not think that I am all times? sick; from what i have written, for I am not, and you would think that I was not, if you had heard me laugh a few minutes ago, and indeed I have hardly got so hard? down yet, but I love my home, that is a feeling in my heart that cannot be satisfied any where else, and I would like mighty? well to be there with you at this very moment, but as that cannot be I shall try to be content and happy here, for a while longer, hoping for the best.