Letter from Emily Fowler Ford - Nov 20 - 1

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My dear Friends, Returning suddenly from Paul's
among other sorrowful tidings I hear
that our youngest laddie, the pet
and pride of the house sleeps in his
grave. It's hard to believe that this
bright creature is but a memory on
earth, and that all the hopes a
child of promise awakens are cut off
for this life and perished in their
untimely end. But if by faith
you can transfer these hopes to
that other world he has entered and
believe in your souls that they will
all bloom with fairer blossoms
and ripen with sweeter nobler fruit,
it will help you to pass these first