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just as sweet, and innocent as ever. Little Clara looks quite astonished at her introduction to her Auntie Mary, and the West. She looks real cunning, but not, as winning, as little Eva. They are standing up on my table before me, Little Clara & Eva, little Allie and Abby, and Eva & Old Kate. Poor little Abby! how sad I feel for Samuel & Maria. The day I received the news, 'twas just before school in the morning. I carried their little pictures to school, many of them had seen them before, and told the childred little Abby had gone to Heaven, I talked about her a little while and about Heaven, then I sung to them the little pony "Childs Petition" Mamma now you must love me more, for little sister's dead" &c. And in the afternoon we sang 'I want to be an angel" in memory of little Abby. I have written a little poem about her for Samuel & Maria, for the Gazette and Courier - I have been contributing to that paper a few articles this summer. I'm sorry you are so unwell this summer. I thought last spring when I was at your home, you were much stronger and better than usual. written down left hand side of page