| "When will you think of me my friend? When will you think of me? When the last red light - the farewell of day, From the rock and the river is passing away, When the air with a deepening hush is fraught, And the heart grows burdenened with tender thought, - then let it be." |
| Sincerely your friend, |
| M. E. Rathburn. |
| Sweet Air, Md. |
| Seminary, Dec. 6th 1884. |