early May 1883
The Temptation to inquire every Morning for your sufferer is almost irresistible, but our own Invalid taught us that a Sick Room is at times too sacred a place for a Friend's knock, timid as that is.
I trust this sweet May Morning is not without it's peace to your Brother and you, though the richest peace is of Sorrow. With constant and fervent anxiousness, and the hope of an early Word, please be sure we share your suspense.
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