WN.
BRANTFORD, March 3d, 1860.
MR. WILLIAM STILL, DEAR SIR:--I now take the pleasure of writing
to you a few lines write soon hoping to find you enjoying
perfect health, as I am the same.
My joy within is so great that I cannot find words to express
it. When I met with my friend brother Dungy who stopped at your
house on his way to Canada after having a long chase after me
from Toronto to Hamilton he at last found me in the town of
Brantford Canada West and ought we not to return Almighty God
thanks for delivering us from the many dangers and trials that
beset our path in this wicked world we live in.
I have long been wanting to write to you but I entirely forgot
the number of your house Mr. Dungy luckily happened to have your
directions with him.
Religion is good when we live right may God help you to pray
often to him that he might receive you at the hour of your final
departure. Yours most respectfully.
STEPNEY BROWN, per Jas. A. Walk.
P.S. Write as soon as possible for I wish very much to hear from
you. I understand that Mrs. Hunt has been to Richmond, Va. be so
kind as to ask her if she heard anything about that money. Give
my love to all inquiring friends and to your family especially.
I now thank God that I have not lost a day in sickness since I
came to Canada.
Kiss the baby for me. I know you are busy but I hope you will
have time to write a few lines to me to let me know how you and
your family are getting on. No more at present, but I am yours
very truly,
STEPNEY BROWN, per Jas. A. Walkinshaw.
BRANTFORD, Oct. 25, '60
DEAR SIR:--I take the pleasure of dropping you a few lines, I am
yet residing in Brantford and I have been to work all this
summer at the falls and I have got along remarkably well, surely
God is good to those that put their trust in him I suppose you
have been wondering what has become of me but I am in the lands
of living and long to hear from you and your family. I would
have wrote sooner, but the times has been such in the states I
have not but little news to send you and I'm going to school
again this winter and will you be pleased to send me word what
has become of Julius Anderson and the rest of my friends and
tell him I would write to him if I knew where to direct the
letter, pleas
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