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Cottage Grove Sept. 13.th 10 oclock A.M. -- 57 My dear Children Would to God I could be spared the pain of making this communication, but duty however painful requires it. O how can I, but I must, your dear your dearly beloved Mother sleeps in death!!! What language shall I use to convey to your minds my own feelings or to assuage the anguish of yours, none, no language is capable, I will therefore not attempt it I must content myself by giving you, a brief history of her brief sickness and triumphant death -- on Saturday morning last (this day week) she complained of being unwell but kept about during most of the day. her complaint was diarrhea on Sunday morning it assumed a more malignant type but not distressing or alarming, Monday morning she grew worse her disease had run into dysentery with frequent discharges of blood we immediately call a Physician who did not consider her case in any way dangerous he tarryd all night and saw the opperation of his medicine Tuesday morning the Doctor left she appeared much better, Wednesday morning found her much prostrated, sent for the Doctor immediately, he then did not consider her very dangerous, she continued to fail however and medicine seemed to have no desirable effect, Wednesday 12 oclock at night Warren went to St. Paul after an experienced Physician returned Wednesday noon. the two Physicians held a consultation administered medicine, she felt relieved Friday morning she was much prostrated and sinking rapidly, all efforts to revive her was unavailing she lingered until 6 / oclock this Saturday morning when her freed Spirit winged its way to Realms above -- Our children except you were all here during the worst of her sickness and at her death; she died in the arms of her children --0 during her brief sickness, she suffered much at times but those times were of short duration, she was aware almost from the beginning that she should never recover, neither did she seem to be anxious as to die she was perfectly resigned and said she could give them all up (meaning the family) when asked what she wants us to say to you she relied "tell Sam I can give him up" her death was not hard she died almost like one going to sleep we hardly knew when she breathed her last Thus my dear children you have met with a loss which can never be made up the loss of a virtuous, affectionate, a tender, loving Mother, who was never happier than