Mr. Lincoln Had No Hope,

Tell Me, How Can I Live Without My Husband Any Longer? This Is My First Awakening Thought Each Morning, And As I Watch The Waves Of The Turbulent Lake Under Our Windows I Sometimes Feel I Should Like To Go Under Them.

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.

No One Has Ever Lived Who Knows Better Than You The Proper Placement Of Footfalls On Treacherous Paths.

He (abraham Lincoln) Said He Wanted To Visit The Holy Land And See Those Places Hallowed By The Footprints Of The Saviour. He Was Saying There Was No City He So Much Desired To See As Jerusalem. And With The Words Half Spoken On His Tongue, The Bullet Of The Assassin Entered The Brain, And The Soul Of The Great And Good President Was Carried By The Angels To The New Jerusalem Above.

These Souls With Great Material Possessions Were Allowed This Because Of Past Good Works In Their Previous Life, But Now Feel There Is No Need For Spiritual Progress. They Are Too Easily Forgetting Why They Were Granted This Material Wealth In The First Place. Therefore We Must Stop Them From Accumulating More Material Gains To Guide Them Back To The Right Path.