are about me. My own loved Marion will be here presently, and will
not leave me till Jesus, my Saviour calls me home. I have an
assurance this morning that my prayers for you will be answered.
We shall meet father and mother and all our loved ones in heaven.
Farewell, dear Harold, farewell!
Afternoon.—God has seen fit to keep me here a little longer. I have
not told you that I came to America two years ago,—after Aunt
Sarah's death. I was in a boarding house with an acquaintance from
home, and taught music when a sudden cold settled on my lungs.