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Coolaran Dec 9th 1843
My dear son
I have been confined to my roome all these
Christmas time by sickness so you may know it has not
passed very agreeable. It was natural I should compare the
present with the past. This time last year you was hear
now you are not--But this is not the worst of my
afflictions. Ask your own heart what it is. It will tell
you that you have locked it up from your mothers, she has
no access to it. I am convinced you have been overwhelmed
with difficultys since I last saw you. Knowing this, could
I be happy? But, it would of afforded me some satisfaction
to heard from you a history of all. Your silence make me
fear you are melancolly on the occasion. One of my greatest
wishes is to see you once more and find you are yourself
gain. I remember of seeing recently a remark of some one
on the love of a mother, it is so much in accordance with
my own feeling that I cannot resist the impulse of this
moment to transcribe it.
"A mans mother is the representative of his maker.
Misfortune and even crime set up no barrier between her
and her son. Whilst his mother lives, he will have one
friend on earth who will not listen when he is slandered,
who will not desert him when he suffers; who will solace
him in his sorrow, and speak to him of hope when he