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Camden Nov 12th 1865
Your kind letter of
condolence, my dearest friend, has
been received, & tho' the familiar
handwriting brought tears to my
eyes I was gladdened by the
assurance of your heart-felt sympathy
Oh! Miss Bettie how can I bear this
weight of woe! could I pillow my
aching head on your shoulder, my
own, sweet friend, I could tell you
verbally how I feel so much better
than I can by slipping all I wish
to say from the end of my pen:
Life has been bereft of every hope,
of all that made it bright &
happy & a cheerless pilgrim will
I now be through its mazy
walks: my brother! my own