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Ah, I shall never lose my love for Illinois, she is first in my heart what ever of beauty of tropic lands may have before my eyes. I shall hold her cornfields and meadows above all else. It is the soil of many recollections that will never fade: and it is my home.

 On the bosom of the wide

ocean, I cannot think that it is somewhere here that Mrs. Osgood and her son sleep till a time when the resurrection shall take place. Ah, the gray old ocean as well as the rock bound shore shall yield many. - about 5 P.M.