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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 my dear father in the unclear 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 unclear of my wishes. but alas how sadly has the scene changed. I have now no parent my brothers & sisters equally unfortunate are separated for? from me and I cannot now have the consolations of unclear a fathers grave with my tears many hundred miles unclear betwit the place where unclear the remains of my beloved parents and myself, now tears of bitter agony roll down my cheeks at the remembrance of forner days days past never to return days of unclear 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 worse. but to unclear that others are more unfortunate than myself does lessen my afflictions if only