Morganton, N.C.
Jan. 27th, 1878  
Sunday Evening 

You have been so constantly in my mind all day that (notwithstanding you are in my debt for a letter) I can't refrain from wafting you a loving message. Oh! precious compensation to the dumb, to write out wants and wishes. I feel tonight that this telegraph of mind is particularly dear to me.

Mr. Anderson has gone to Henry's to see a Mrs. Sprague who is quite ill so the church was closed. I've spent one day with you. I did try to forget you ha! ha! when I opened my church papers and good books but it was of no avail. Mr. Walker (from Wilmington who had charge of the work at the asylum) sent our church money enough to get a new stove. Wasent it kind in the old man?

I don't think I can ever love any church as tenderly as this plain little building hid in the clump of cedars. It's shadows ever falling on my darling mother's grave. What a pleasure it would be to commune face to face with you tonight around this bright cozy fire. I want think of last week's disappointment, but have warmed my heart by the live spark of hoping so soon to doubly enjoy seeing your dear, dear face.

Your court opens on the morrow. I trust it will prove of profit and not vexation to my dear Cap'n. I do pray you to crush petty troubles and not suffer their stinging to fret you. The deepest wretchedness of life is continuance of petty pains. I know you will do your whole duty and what need you care for those who delight to be instruments of cruelty. We must all take the evil with the good, and none may choose or refuse the cup his wisdom mixeth. I'd no idea of sending you a sermon when I opened my desk so crave your pardon.

Sissie and the little folks. Are all better. Sissie is up today and seems quite herself (is still in her room) Col. Tate insists she has lost ten pounds (that's not so if he did tell it) Clande looks badly since her conflict with measles. When I wrote you last Thursday night I was half asleep and have no idea what I told you. I only knew that I loved you and wanted you to find a line when you arrived at home.

Give my love to both your sisters. I hope Miss Ann has recovered by this time. I'm so glad I'm always well. This is my greatest wealth. Take good care of your health. I value it more than I can ever tell you.

Perhaps I'll go up to "St. Bernard" tomorrow evening for a few days.

It's been raining all day and little hope of sunshine tomorrow. So wont think about it before hand.

Sis Clande is on a visit to her mother so Cora is an inmate of our household.

Johnnie has been at "Glen Alpine" all last week and will return in a few days. They are pushing ahead with the work and hope to have it open by June.

Write me when to look for you up. I've so much to say that my thoughts fly faster than my pen. Good night. May God bless you very abundantly is the ardent pray of L.T.P.

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