77 Islington, Liverpool
June 18th, 1876
Dear Brother & Sister,
Since last I wrote you I am sorry state that our boy is very
poorly. I do not think you will ever see
the dear one. It has turned to an attack
upon the brain and Richard’s mother is broken hearted. Our medical friend gives us very poor hopes
and I am nigh crazy we will have to come to you broken in health, purse, and
spirits. So do not spurn us for our
poorly when we come.
You must excuse me writing this for I am very low and I only
hope God in his bountiful goodness will wave the ___ that is about to fall on
us, for I tell you, dear sis, I would rather part with my own life than lose my
son. But come to you we will for I am
sure M. A. will be very down and write to her sis at once. Just in your own motherly sisterly way, say
something to bring her away from this and may God in his love be gracious to us
and bring our boy safe out of all trouble.
I am nearly distracted. I hardly
know what I am writing. My trouble seems
heaped upon me, so you must not expect to find me a fresh man, but dejected and
full of care. I have lost my lot and
come what may I will not change my purpose.
If we lose our boy, I must come to you for change to keep M. A. in her
___ from thinking. Oh good sister and
brother, do forgive me from writing to you this way and if ever I land on your
shore you must receive us just so low to ___ ___ in mind and spirit. Oh dear sis, I hope our heavenly Father will
not desert us now. I know I am writing
to you in a strange way but so not think anything about that for I feel that I
am writing home and that you will not think any about this scribble.
With dear kind love to all.
Your brother,
Richard
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