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in some [bright?] land away beyond the stars you will find your [lost?] treasure once more a treasure to your [souls?] riches [.?] [Thank?] all the millions you leave behind with kindest regards to Mrs Stanford and hoping that this will find you better I am my dear Governor, as in the older time,
Ever Your Friend
J.H. Warrwick

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[Still the ills we have are hard to bear; I know it, for I have been [racked?] with rheumatism all the Winter; but sick or well, have had to keep up a [consistent?] and hard battle, [for?] life, but with all your surroundings I suppose you find your [pains?] quite as hard to bear, as I find mine