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"home of your fathers" you will all repent. I know how you must long to see your brothers. I have often thought of and felt for you, though I know I cannot fully enter into your feelings. As you say, I have never been separated from " so many, so far, so long." It is most true that

                                                                "There are sorrows,
                                                                  When, of necessity, the soul must be
                                                                  Its own suport."

"Who can penetrate into the secret recesses of the heart? who save He that made it, may know its tumultuous throbbings, or delve its hidden depths of affection, passion, sorrow and joy?" When you want to say something & can't, its just as well to let somebody else say it for you, is/nt it? Application, Extracts above. Aug. 5th Don't you wish you could see "our Oats" down here, all round the house & up to "tother place"? Mr. Kenney sowed 76 bushels this year. My beautiful field of clover is gone!

                                                                        "The clover scented heath"
                                             Which the scythe must sweep (has swept) so soon."
 What fine evenings now-adays. If 'tis being "sentimental" to love the moonlight, I must plead guilty to the crime. I have "stern reality" all day. Why should'nt I indulge in "moonlight fancies", now and then at night? Do you have any blueberries? Willaim Banton sent Mrs. K. a few one day. I want some more. Well friends, between you now, don't you owe me a letter? I dare not say much 'cause Mehitable is so 'fraid of my tongue, but I should esteem it a great favor if you would both write to me any time & all times. Affectionately
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Lucy-H.