MY DEAR SISTER: . . . The perusal of your last letter gave me great pain, yet I am glad you gave me so clear an insight into brother Le Roy’s disease. I have but little hope of his recovery, and I only ask that he may be prepared for his great change. Oh, that I could by look, ward, or deed, ease his condition, but I can only thing of and pity him! My last thoughts at night and my first waking thoughts are of him. How I wash I was at home, to watch by him and contribute my might toward comforting him! May he not delay in making his peace with God! How thankful I am for such parents as we have! Their sacred influence is ever about us, shielding us from temptation, and teaching us the true object of life. If Le Roy can not get well, I wish to be sent for; I can not part with him forever without a last farewell.
SOURCE: Peter Smith Michie, The Life and Letters of Emory Upton, p. 15