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 as I knelt and took my mother’s hand. “Mother! sister! awake!”

Ah! God of mercy! The horrid truth came home to me at last. Dead! dead!!

Children, I can write no more. I am shaken—unutterably shaken by these recollections. Much more I saw and knew, but, in pity’s sake, press me not to tell you of it. And when you read elsewhere, or others tell you of of that, think with tender sorrow of the awful load of memory that has so long been borne by.