91 Islington, Liverpool
April 1, 1875
My dear sister,
I have heard from Joseph.
He tells me he has written to you & enclosed my note. I have got your address from him. I hope you will feel all right by this &
your sadness past. I was sorry, dear
sister, that you should write in that strain.
Trust in Him that is able to wipe all tears away. I am sure you ought to be happy with your
kind good husband for your stay. He must
have supported you in many trials and was his manly form that met you on the
shores of the far west and made you his wife and gave you a home. I know, for I remember well the home you left
was not a long one for you or I, but Joseph was kind at all times. I do not say anything against him for he has
been very good to me, but my home was gone after you left. Also,
dear sister, you have your family about you, fine sons and loving daughters
& you ought to be proud of them & I think you are, nay I am sure, for you
say your eldest son has brown curly hair
like his uncle Joseph. Many years have
passed since you saw brother’s hair. He
was brown & curly once but is now quite white & looks like the fine old
English gentleman. But to be candid with
you, I know from your letter that you have been neglected. Brother has not kept up a correspondence with
you & cousin Dawson has done the same, that makes you sad. I do not want at it you so far away & they
may never see you again. But you keep up;
do not let your English heart fail you.
Remember the omnipotent Father will never forsake you if you only trust
in Him, he will sustain in all trouble.
You are sad today. I
cannot forget it is the land of your adoption, but by far a better country than
this at present. Here it is a fight to
live honestly. The best rogue gets on
& has all his own way. You are in a
strange land I know, but do not think or sigh about it for it is better than
being here. You state that a Mr. Gleave
and Mary Lloyd (that was) write to you, I suppose from Flint. I have not been there or at Bagillt for years.
I
have only seen cousin Dawson once or twice since you left. Old Flint & all round is quite a
wilderness. You would not like to live
there now. You could not grow the
flowers you were so fond of and I see from your letter you love still. It would grieve you to see the old place now. I pass in the train & see all this. I only see that little barber selling papers at
the station. I think we used to call him
Charley. I never see anyone else that I
know or other face that I can remember.
If you or Mr. B know of any old friends that want looking up, please
inform me before I come away.
I suppose you are farming in Minnesota. I see that Hutchinson is southwest of L.
Superior and west of the Mississippi. The
locality must be good for growing any kind of grain. I am sure there is room for us. I do not care what kind of employment I get
or what kind of store I keep nor am I afraid of hard work. My children are very healthy, also my
wife. I have left my situation and am getting
all ready to come out to you, so please send me all information without delay.
Hoping we shall soon see you all, with kind love to my
nephews, nieces , Mr. B and same from Mrs. G and children, and also your dear
self. I am, dear sister, your affectionate
brother,
Richard
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