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Letter, 2 June 1859, pages 10-15 (Transcriptions Needed)
Grass Valley -- 2 June 1859 - 10.jpeg
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| − | <!--This is a comment: I cannot make out the first word cut off at the top of the page. Perhaps "Now", "How", "Him", or "Dim"? Also, this appears to possibly be a poem (as described in next paragraph) and is separated in style from the rest, so I used blockquote formatting codes. I did the same for the block quotation at the end of the page. Please edit if blockquote is unnecessary or inappropriate for this transcription. -MS--><blockquote>within her breast. <br> | + | <!--This is a comment: I cannot make out the first word cut off at the top of the page. Perhaps "Now", "How", "Him", or "Dim"? Also, this appears to possibly be a poem (as described in next paragraph) and is separated in style from the rest, so I used blockquote formatting codes. I did the same for the block quotation at the end of the page. Please edit if blockquote is unnecessary or inappropriate for this transcription. -MS--><blockquote>within her breast.<br>Gently!<br>She is sleeping,<br>She has breathed her last,<br>Gently!<br>While you're weeping<br>She to heaven has pass'd.</br></blockquote> |
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And here are four lines of poetry that seem so truthful that I cannot hep transcribing them. The fair authoress has been walking in one of the large cemeteries where a particular spot is laid off for the burial of infants, and thinking o'er these <q>Little Graves</q>, she says: | And here are four lines of poetry that seem so truthful that I cannot hep transcribing them. The fair authoress has been walking in one of the large cemeteries where a particular spot is laid off for the burial of infants, and thinking o'er these <q>Little Graves</q>, she says: | ||
<blockquote>There's | <blockquote>There's | ||
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within her breast.
Gently!
She is sleeping,
She has breathed her last,
Gently!
While you're weeping
She to heaven has pass'd.</br>
And here are four lines of poetry that seem so truthful that I cannot hep transcribing them. The fair authoress has been walking in one of the large cemeteries where a particular spot is laid off for the burial of infants, and thinking o'er these Little Graves
, she says:
There's