I would tell you the little story of my life, if I could. My connections, except my father, are pious people. My mother was a good Christian, and died in the happy hope of Heaven. She called me to her bedside about two months before her death. That was the last time I saw her alive; and when she parted with me, she clasped me to her bosom, with these words—"My son, obey God and meet me in Heaven!" Oh! how full of meaning, and a mother's love.
But this is too painful. I cannot write of this.
You can imagine my feelings at this time. But the evil tempter has left me now, and I pray to God, never to return.
Do warn others of my sad fate, to shun the road to ruin.
God, in his infinite goodness, has looked upon me with compassion, and calmed my troubles in part. At least all that I have desired, He has done for me, or how could I have lived?
Will you not call and see me some time? Don't despise the thief; Christ did not.
Many thanks to your kind heart. Also please thank the Government Attorney, and the Post Masters of H——, and N—— H——. May God watch over and preserve you all.
Your unworthy servant.
E. A. S——.