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My Dear Amy instead of writing on this little bit of paper I would write to thee, on the great big sky, for I would say so much could it only go to the in the air — so you had such a beautiful time, just the right gathering but I am never going to say any thing more on the subject of spiritualism to those two dear cousins of mine — some how or other I always drive on that track when I get where they are, they must take their time to look into this great truth, for all of me, but I am glad they were there that evening – but they didn't say a word, and they never will, – don't let us burden them with the subject — I am glad Mary and William were there, I know they deeply thought I know they felt, – this world is not all that interests them, — I am delighted that James G Clarke was there, and sang tho I was not there to hear him, and was Carry my Carry there too – O how beautiful that she should see Abram Lincon, beside Frederick, just where I should expect to see him – I remember long long ago of hearing Henry C Wright in a lecture say "could the Nazarene come on earth again, who do you think he would come the first too; the fugitive — with him he would lay his head on the boys" [illegible]' yes Abram Lincon would come to Frederick. his [illegible] but exalted brother – if he come to each at all, — but I congratulate thee glorious Lincon that thy work is done – and that thou hast entered faithful servant into the joy of thy Lord – still we would ask thee, to look down upon us; walk with the labourers in the field, and as justice must be muted out, let us have thy high approval – And Oh how beautiful that Frederick should be made [semble?] of ^the^ [?presence?] of his guests – how I would love to meet with Frederick, I believe I shall in the right time; I believe there is a ^right^ time for all things and that time will come ^yet^ my Soul so longs for his full and perfect establishment independant of every mortal on the face of this earth – his feeling pulse will never wane to beat, untill it beats with Gods great heart – I most truly believe , — his noble soul will rise free yet dismant- elled; like a glorious sun to its meridian light, yes I feel as if it was onward, on its March now that the mist and fogs are underfoot, – let us all help him; push him from [illegible], let him go — let him walk with Lincon and with god —