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00992 1 4 May, 1881 Wednesday daybreak My beloved husband, All this weary night I have held our baby in my arms,
and waited waited for the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, wildly hoping, refusing to know that fate could be
so cruel and deny me the comfort of your presence for yet another day. O John if only I could look upon your face 4 their
touch is over all this paper, and the rosebud mouth has kissed your name. I believe and trust that our Heavenly Father will
be good to you because of her, and O my husband if the love and unceasing prayers of your faithful wife can at last avail
to shield you from peril and sorrow, your life