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surely this agony is more than I
can endure; but I must not. I will
not murmur at the dispensations
of my Heavenly Father: "all is well
with my soldier boy" & shall I now,
when he is waiting to welcome me
to his happy home, leave the paths
of righteousness in which from
childhood, together we have tried
to walk? God, forbid! help me oh!
Father, to say "thy will be done."
Miss Bettie, love me! truly, fondly,
devotedly, for my heart is broken, &
did you not promise, my brother, to
love his Pet for his sake? then love
me & call me some sweet pet name,
won't you? & let me give you a dearer
name than Miss Bettie, what shall
it be: prudence bids me say nothing
more & I must obey its dictates for I