[Letter from Emma Davis to John C. Brewer, August 27, 1878] Page: 2 of 3 (Transcription)

it is to me to know that you deem me as such and if you will allow me the privilege of claiming you as the same, I will feel that I have a friend that will do to confide in and one whom I shall prize above all others.

I shall ever consider your visit to our house this summer one of the brightest spots of my life, during my stay in this lonely and dreary world. And I look back to the night of the Social and it brings to memory sweet thoughts that I will cherish as long as life lasts with me. Nor shall I ever forget the conversation that passed between us on that night, and be assured, dear friend, it was indelibly impressed on my weak and feeble mind. Although I know it is wrong, yet I can't help but regret that it is out of my power to pass those (now to me) precious moments again. But I console myself with the hope of enjoying Christmas equally as well. I look forward to that time with bright anticipation. Never entertain the thought for one moment that I will ever write or say anything that will be the cause of keeping you from visiting this place, for if there is any one person who is welcome here, you are certainly that one. Well, I suppose it is useless for me to tell you how much I think of your picture, as Willie can testify to that, as he worked so hard putting it in a case for me. And there it shall ever remain unless removed by other hands than mine.

Nothing could I enjoy more than to pay you all a visit sometime, but I am fearful it will be a long time, if ever. But I fear still more if that "lady" was to hear me perform on the Piano, she would turn away in perfect disgust and say "you are not much judge of a good Musician." I received a letter from that Preacher