April the [?] 1860
Dear miss I this day
Seat my self as in a
cher to rite you a feu
to let you now that I
am well at presant
hoping thos few lines
will find you enjoiing the
Same good blessing I must
commense teling you somethig
about my love my pen
is bad my ink is pale
my love to you shal never
fail Just as sure as a
grape grows on a vine I
will be yourn if you
will be mine Sugar is
sweet and candy is two
but not haf as sueet as
you the world is wide
the Sea is deep in your
Sweet little arms I hop
to Sleep wee will [turn our?]
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Miss Mandy Fisher
it is now aprile and
it is time to giv in
our love in a Sly way
I am coming to Sea
you some tim be fore
long certain and I
want you to kill a
chicking and churn and
hav a calico supper
I must bring my
letter to a close So
nothing els at presant
Miss Mandy Fisher