My dear Mrs. Dickinson I heard with pain of
the sickness of my dear little
"Gibbe", and the commencement of
his departure came to me as
a personal affliction. I should
have come directly to you, but I
am shut up with Sam. who
has the Whooping cough and
I have the sympathetic cough
so as to make me very uncomfor
table. But if I could come and
sit beside you in this great grief
What could I say? I could only
tell you, that I have ^been through
again, and again the heart
rending trial, and I could weep
with you, and bid you be
comforted with the thought
that the Good shepherd has
gathered your precious Lamb
into his heavenly Garden. You
must weep for your buding[?]