77 Islington, Liverpool
June 25, 1876
Dear Brother & Sister,
Our fond hope little boy, Richard, is laid in his coffin
just now. Our dear son departed this
life at 5:40 AM June 24th. He
succumbed to diseases of the brain left by the measles. I do not know how M. A. will get over it, but
the first voyage in September or the last in August that the Marathon Maker
will the time now.
We are going to bury our darling in Wales, for M. A. and
myself could not think of boy being buried away from his father’s home. He will stop at Brynford Church just three
miles out of Holywell on the hill on the west side of Pen-Y-Bale Mountain with
his cousin Annie buried 8 years ago in same grave.
Joseph has been very kind to us. Marian is staying there now. I do not know what I should have done without
Joseph. M. A. is distracted. I don’t know how this trouble will end. I hardly know what I am doing myself. So when we come do not remind us of our
affliction, but try to cheer M. A. for she is very low.
I said we should be poor in last letter what with furniture
not selling for I saw that they wanted to rob me. I sent most of it to Joseph to be sold by him
after we come out to you or if we got lost in coming out to you the property
was to be his. And you see our ___ is
very heavy for we got the best of advice & treatment for our departed loved
one, but not more of this just now. I will tell you all again for it
disheartens me so to think about him.
The pride of our hearts, the joy of his mother and all mothers, the love
of all the neighbors. Oh! me thinks my
heart will break to put him in the cold ground, so young & strong and full
of heart. We have got him a good English oak coffin
covered with black cloth with metal plated handles, ornaments, etc., with this
inscription on shield plate: “Richard Taylor Garner died June 24th,
1876, aged three years.” Oh may our heavenly
Father spare our Marian to us to meet you.
Intent to good health is the prayer of your unhappy brother. I have had a lot of other troubles that make
me poor indeed, but the loss of my son is the hardest of all. Do forgive me for my weakness,
RTG
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