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	‘~Yes, Honey, de Lord. done put lt on record dat dere is sho a burnin‘ place for tonnent, and didn‘t iay Marster and Mj~tess lam nie d~ same thing? I sho does thank ‘ein to dis day for de pains dey tuk wid. de little Nigger gal dat growed up to be me, tryln‘ to show her de

right road to travel. Oh! If I could jus‘ see ‘em one
and
more time, but dey can look down from de glory land/see

dat I‘se still tryin‘ to follow de road dat leads to whar dey Is, and when I gits to dat good and better world I ‚ju8‘ knows de Good- Lord will let dis aged ‘oman be wid her dear Marster and Mistess all through de time to come.

	“Trust God ‚ Honey ‚ and 11e wi Il lead you home to glory. I‘ae sho enjoyed talkin‘ to you, and I thanks you for cornin‘. I‘se gwine to ax Him to take good keer of you and let you come back to cheer up old Nicey again.“