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Wabash av. 653.
My dear Mrs. White:
Your last kind letter has been received & I hasten to explain expressions that may have surprised you when I last wrote. I was then just recovering
from a very severe attack of heart complaint. There is no mistaking the symptoms of a complaint that has carried off so many members of our family - with so much less of grief, than I have been called upon to endure - a second physician
has since told me, that he thought my blood was turning to water & it was working its way to my heart - of course, I find myself gradually bloating, but my aching, broken, desolated life, may have to continue, longer than it is desirable, but I am advised to seek a much warmer climate, for the winter.
In the event of my son, not remaining here longer than Christmas - when for a few months he proposes a rest for himself for his young life, has been very greatly overtaxed, I have been thinking dear friend, of going to Florida soon after the first of Jany - to remain South until the latter part of April. Can it be that you will accompany me - if I do so.
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All I write you, I am sure you will consider strictly private - and when I place my plan & proposal before you. I will trust to your noble heart & unfailing kindness, even if your ideas do not coincide with mine not to feel displeased. Of course, I cannot go alone & in my state of
mind, a congenial, sympathising companion, is every thing to me. Now, for my plans. If you will go with me & pass the winter, where we both may find distraction of mind, I will so gladly pay the way for us both every where we go - the board - South is so much less than N.Y. or Chicago, is
said to be half as little that each one of us can meet that separately. If you consent to going & the arrangement about my son's plans agree we can cross over to New Orleans & it may be extend our voyage to Havana & Cuba. All this is entirely entre nous - to be mentioned to no one - if you please. I want so much to be with you, for I feel
myself so utterly alone in all my wretchedness. Mine is the agony of a broken heart. Without my blessed, darling son, who was such a comfort to me I can scarcely live. My thoughts are continually in that bright world, where my beloved treasures are and where I trust, I may ere long be. Please write me at once. Ever your most affectionate friend.
M.L.
Free, Mary Lincoln.
Saint Charles Il
Mrs. Rhoda E. White
Grand Central Hotel.
New York.
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