Portsmouth, Ohio Oct. 19th 1863
Dear Sister (3705),
It has become my Melancholy duty to inform you of your sweet little namesake’s death. She left us on Friday morning last at fifteen minutes past six o’clock after a painful illness of eleven days. At the time of her Death and for twenty-four hours previous, we thought her better. And the physician told me the evening before he thought her considerable better, and he would not come to see her any more unless called. And I think the disease was broken, and the fever which accompanied it had subsided. But the little light was so near extinguished that nourishment failed, and our dearest little Angel passed away from us and is now a Sweet Sweet One in Heaven.
It makes my heart bleed to think how that dear one suffered through so many long days and nights. And when she got so weak she could not talk aloud, she would raise her sweet little hand and move her little lips for a kiss from her Mother or me. O, Sarah, you cannot conceive of the feeling one has for a dear one like that is gone forever.
P.S. She had the flue and sore mouth. We buried her Saturday at two o’clock. I cannot say more now. Excuse my weakness and write soon.
C W Blain
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