If You Keep Making Jokes Like That,

Beautiful, Glorious Scotland, Has Spoilt Me For Every Other Country.

I Explain To You, Exactly And Truly, How We Are Circumstanced. A Greater Portion Of Our Means Is Unavailable, Consisting Of A House In S. Springfield And Some Wild Lands In Iowa. Notwithstanding My Great And Good Husband's Life Was Sacrificed For His Country, We Are Left To Struggle In A Manner...of Life Undeserved. Roving Generals Have Elegant Mansions Showered Upon Them, And The American People Leave The Family Of The Martyred President To Struggle As Best They May! Strange Justice This.

In Grief, Words Are A Poor Consolation - Silence And Agonizing Tears Are All That Is Left The Sufferer.

Others Live On In A Careless And Lukewarm State - Not Appearing To Fill Longfellow's Measure: 'into Each Life, Some Rain Must Fall.'

My Husband Is Not A Christian But Is A Religious Man, I Think.