[from the diary of Anne Madison Willis Ambler]
Last night I concluded I would send the little
maid home as she is not useful & has no idea
how to wait on the children. I sent her home
early this morning--Poor little Jacque is decidedly
unwell still threatened with dysentery. He
has grown generally worse & nothing seems
to relief him.---has no fever but is weak, &
much thinner than he was--As he lies on
my lap, & I look down upon him--he looks
so pale that I could fancy he was dead--
but I am not being myself to think of
such a blow, though I pray that I may be
designed to whatever may happen, & feel
I need to be as
that ^ all of my earthly possessions were
slipping from me & I shudder when the thought
strikes me that I may be left standing alone
in this cold world before these troubles end.
I sigh for our nice quiet home together, & will we
ever be together again? I fear I am afraid,
Oh of so much, so much--
[portions transcribed by her granddaughter Anne Madison Wright Baylor in 18672]
MSS 15406
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