“God has taken from us our only little Boy. He was to good for this world. We loved him to dearly he could not stay. God wanted him where he could live in a better world. So he sent the angel of death. to take whe [sic] the treasure that he had given us five years and five months ago. and how dear he had grown to us in that time. And when we seen that there was dainger [sic] of him leaving us how we all clung to him. And prayed God not to take from us our little boy. But when he sent that hasty cruel messenger the Scarlet fever. there was no hope from the start. death claimed him as their own at once. and only gave us two short days. to say farewell and bid him good bye. Then he was gone. And now his place is vacant and can never never be filled. for he has gone to be a beautiful angel in that better world. where he will wait for us. every one will know him there.”