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Spring HIll Sabbath Evening
Octo. 23rd 1864
Dearest Lida, I wish when you read these lines you would do so, believing that thy were written by one who loves you tenderly and truly, and more than he loves all else in the world.
I shall write plainly, but I hope you will not take offense or think that I wish to pain you I would rather endure a hundred pains than endure one on you. I did believe that you were serious and in earnest in the promise you made a week ago. I was disappointed when I learned that you were not. I would have been false to all my former protestations if I had not been disappointed and grieved. And so in the first heat of my bitterness, I