
So many years have passed since we last saw each other.
I cannot help wondering whether you have forgotton me or no—I
cannot—help feeling that you remember me,
and the old home on M.Street—and
the dear old "Cherry Tree"" where you
and my dear husband used to sit and have such pleasant visits.
Mr. Sevellon Brown,
Sackett my son were there also. We so often used to talk of you and the happy times
that are gon by, I love to dwell
upon those pleasant days—I can never forget them, or you, and
oh how I would love to take your warm hand again which was always given
with so much warmth and true expression. In taking up the paper tonight I saw that
you were ill—how sorry I am. I hope you will get better again.
All your friends wish this. . .
Although many years have passed since you lived at my house and
many changes have come to us, still, I remember you and your good heart and
love to think of you and always shall with a great deal of love and
pleasure—I hope this may reach you, it would give me
a great deal of pleasure to know that you remember me and my home where you
lived for four years of your life in Washington.




