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"Wouldn't it be lovely if one could fall—like a leaf from a tree?"

"Longevity is the hardest disease in the world to cure, you are beat from the start, and get worse daily!"

"Ah, dear, sometimes I wish—almost wish—I did not love life so well! But I try to think that if it is not a long dreamless sleep bye and bye, that I shall take right hold of that other existence and love it too!"

And speaking of Mr. Dow's serious illness she wrote:

"I try to believe that God will not take him first—and leave me with no sun in the sky—nor bird in the bush—no flower in the grass."


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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