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Camden S. C. Sep 13th 1866
I have stolen off from the loved ones &
am once again seated in my own quiet
little sanctum for a communion of
thought with one whom my heart holds
among its nearest & dearest treasures :
If though, this epistle prove a very erratic
one, I must beg for it, a lenient eye,
for my thoughts will not allow them-
selves to be confined within the walls of
a room , while just outside I can hear
the merry laugh of our little Pet, Johnie
Braxton, & sweet prattle of his little Sister,
Mamie: Johnie is a bright, merry child;
his hair & eyes are inclined to be dark through
& I expect he will be the image of his
Father : his winning ways have so
completely won our hearts, that we will
miss him sadly & I fear it will be a long
time before we again see him, for Brother
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