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Holograph, signedWilliam Lloyd Garrison's baby Elizabeth Pease Garrison died at 1 o'clock this morning. He describes her illness, frailty, and death. For a month, Garrison's house has been like a hospital, violently sick with influenza. William L. Garrison describes his symptoms and ailments. Garrison meditates on life in a spiritual body: "By and by we shall all throw off this robe of mortality, and thus be delivered from 'the ills that flesh is heir to.' To exist in a spiritual body, subject to no sickness or decay, is an animating thought, and may well reconcile us to a temporary sojourn here, while it makes the act of earthly dissolution far from being an event to be deplored." Henry C. Wright returned last night and is staying with William L. GarrisonMerrill, Walter M. Letters of William Lloyd Garrison

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