
November boughs just recd. Am so filled with gratitude can scarce express my feelings. Tis the first time I have had the pleasure of gazing up on the picture of my Great Great Uncle Elias Hicks.
I shall always cherish the memory of Walt Whitman and this beautiful and instructive Volume November boughs.

When this life shall have ceased to cherish the book thou hast so kindly presented me, it shall fall to the pocession of your name sake Fred Whitman Van Tassel.
In return for this precious gift, I shall present you his picture, which shall be taken expressly for you, may his baby face please you, he is just two years old.
Mr Whitman, I have no father now, he passed peacefully a way to his heavenly rest, Six years
a go, since he has gone I miss his kindly face, and his tender love. He was to me a Mother,
he loved his Grand children dearly,
Since God took his life have been weary and dreary, but
with the radiant hope of meeting him in the bright here after. I have patiently submited to
the will of God, it is through him I breathe, live, and have my being.
Father and Mother gone, a vacency vacancy is felt never to be replaced untill until we meet on that glorious shore, in the kingdom above, where parting is no more.
Trusting the Spirit of Jesus is hovering over and administering into your comforts, I close with much thankfulness of the heart for your great generosity in the presentation of so worthy a Volume, November boughs.
I Remain Yours Truly Alice Hicks Van Tassel