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Title: Mary Cumming, Baltimore to William Cumming, Petersburg.
CollectionIrish Emigration Database
FileCumming, Mary/50
SenderCumming (n. Craig), Mary
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationmiddle class housewife
Sender Religionunknown
OriginBaltimore, Maryland, USA
DestinationPetersburg, Virginia, USA
RecipientCumming, William
Recipient Gendermale
SourceT 1475/2 pp138-140: Copied by Permission of Miss A. McKisack, 9 Mount Pleasant, Belfast.
ArchiveThe Public Record Office, Northern Ireland.
Doc. No.9404188
Partial Date
Doc. TypeEMG
LogDocument added by LT, 25:04:1994.
Word Count573
Transcript[Mary Cumming's last letter.]

Baltimore. March 24th. 1815.

My ever beloved and darling William,
When these few lines will
be given to you the writer of them will be at rest and peace.
They are, in all probability, the last that will ever be
written by me; I therefore wish them to belong to you.
I leave them as a little token of remembrance to you.
I feel at present quite collected and entirely free from any
pain. When my ever-beloved William reads these lines I well
know how his affectionate heart will grieve for the loss of
his poor Mary; but, my dear and ever kind Husband, think I am
happy, as I firmly trust in the Almighty I shall be, free from
all care and sorrow, from pain and sickness, at rest and peace
with my Blessed Saviour. Try and be resigned to the will of
Providence. Think that in a few years we shall be united in
another and far better world, never never more to part, to know
any sorrow or care. Let this comfortable thought sustain you.
Had it pleased God to have spared me with you a little longer
how happy I should have been; but that I must not repine at.
You have ever been the most affecionate, kind, attentive friend
and husband to me that it was possible to be. Let this console
you that it was always your study to make me happy. If I ever
offended you, forgive me for it; but, alas! why need I say so?
We were almost too happy with one another.
Go to our beloved native country, there you will find
peace. Talk to my beloved friends of me. Tell them we will all
meet in a better world. If I can I will hover round and bless
you wherever you go.
You are gone out to Springfield, Margaretta will give
you these few imperfect lines when I am at rest and in happiness.
I know my ever-beloved William will value them, for I well
know he loved the poor writer. I believe I have given all
the directions I wish for.
I enclose you a lock of my hair, which I wish you to
keep for yourself. You will like it better as my hands have put
it up for you. The rest will be given to my beloved Sisters.
I did not intend writing so much, but I can hardly bring
myself to bid you farewell.
My adored, beloved, dearest William could you but be
blessed and happy as I would have you to be. May the God of
all consolation be yours in all your trials in this world.
Think your dear Mary is gone to prepare a place in Heaven for
you. 0h, God bless, bless, my ever adored William, will be the
last last prayer of his own own
Mary Cumming.

I was always proud of that beloved name.

We shall be extremely happy in Heaven. Tell them at home
how much I loved them. God be your comfort, my love.

We'll be resigned when woes betide,
Patient when favours are denied,
And pleased with favours given,
This is the wise, the virtuous part,
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance reaches Heaven.
(0nce more, God bless you!)
But cease, my William, cease to grieve,
Repress each murmur and each sigh,
Nor once distrust His ample love,
Who lives and reigns supreme on high.
(for I shall be happy)