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Feb. 3rd, 1866
My darling Mother,
I haven't forgotten that today is our little Birdie's birthday. I have thought a great deal about you today - of how lonely you are feeling, and have wished more than ever before, that I might put my arms around you, and talk of our little Angel Baby - Ah Mother dearest! there is our comfort, that she is not only a pure and spotless angel now, but she has never had a stain or blemish to wipe away - She went to our Savior's arms without having "crucified him afresh", as we so often have done, without even one sinful thought to be forgiven. It seems strange, when we think of this side only, that we can mourn for her at all, does it not? How cunning she would have been if she had lived,
Mattie -