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Letter, 2 June 1859, pages 10-15 (Transcriptions Needed)

Grass Valley -- 2 June 1859 - 10.jpeg

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<blockquote>There's many an empty cradle, there's many a<br>vacant bed,<br>There's many a lonely bosom, whose life and joy have<br>fled,<br>For thick in every graveyard the little hillocks lie,<br>And every hillock represents and Angel in the sky.</blockquote>
 
<blockquote>There's many an empty cradle, there's many a<br>vacant bed,<br>There's many a lonely bosom, whose life and joy have<br>fled,<br>For thick in every graveyard the little hillocks lie,<br>And every hillock represents and Angel in the sky.</blockquote>
  
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[[right margin]] He's gone.
 
[[right margin]] He's gone.
  

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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.

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 many an empty cradle, there's many a
vacant bed,
There's many a lonely bosom, whose life and joy have
fled,
For thick in every graveyard the little hillocks lie,
And every hillock represents and Angel in the sky.

right margin He's gone.


right marginThe entrance of the father

right marginThe effect upon him

right marginResignation and hopeful request.