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Poor Hill
Tenn
May 10th 1858 My Cousin Toad,
Again has sickness prevented me from winding my way to you.
Again has he invaded my secluded quiet and prohibited my anticipated
visit but through the mysterious workings of the Devine Being, I can
discern, written in glowing characters' good, good. At times I chafe in
futile anger at any afflictions but reason resumes her sway and I am
myself again. I count the slow, monotonous revolution of days, that
must intervene, err I can see you.
I only fear Toad, that those questions propounded avowedly to an
Oracle, but intentionally to my "love", will not be answered in the
affirmation; but dear cousin I love in hopes, were it not for hope my
hope would be a blank. I love in the hope Toad, that you can