Digital heart book

This document was without
place or date, and a voice told me that it had gone
likewise without answer. On the whole, there were few
letters anywhere in the ship; but we found one before
we were finished, in a seaman's chest, of which I must
transcribe some sentences. It was dated from some
place on the Clyde. "My dearist son," it ran, "this is
to tell you your dearist father passed away, Jan
twelft, in the peace of the Lord. He had your photo
and dear David's lade upon his bed, made me sit by him.
Let's be a' thegither, he said, and gave you all his
blessing. O my dear laddie, why were nae you and Davie
here? He would have had a happier passage. He spok of
both of ye all night most beautiful, and how ye used to
stravaig on the Saturday afternoons, and of AULD
KELVINSIDE. Sooth the tune to me, he said, though it
was the Sabbath, and I had to sooth him 'Kelvin Grove,'
and he looked at his fiddle, the dear man. I cannae
bear the sight of it, he'll never play it mair. O my
lamb, come home to me, I'm all by my lane now.


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