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[Can?] My own, dear Cousin
It was with
feelings of sorrow and much regret
that I received the mournful intelligence
of the death of dear little Tabb. It is true
I had been expecting to hear of the release
of the dear little sufferer. Yet I still hoped
that the skill of the Physician might
baffle the fatal enemy, and the Good Lord
might lend him a little longer. But the
Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away
who will say unto him what doth thou
He had thought fit to take the little
sufferer home, And though it may
be your loss, yet is his gain, and
he now rests in the bosom of his father
The spirit which animated him cannot
die, cannot see corruption; I know
all that pertains to death is awfully im-
pressive and to those who have not
a hope beyond the grave, it is overwhelm-
ing. How awful is our state of few
days and full of trouble. The flowers