Jeannette Hulme Platt1855-08-14Cyrus PlattI felt last night that I could not go away to sleep out of this house after hearing the doctor's opinion, but dreaded that I must for the children's sake. Brother C---- promised to come for me any moment, if there was any change. . . . . Yesterday she was much distressed by her "poor mouth" and sore back. Her greatest difficulty now is in her mouth and throat. Here it must end, I suppose. She did not talk much yesterday, except about her poor mouth; now and then speaking of mother, and father, and brother.-- 107 --It seemed to us that, unconsciously to herself, she was drawing nigh to those who have "gone before."I leaned over and slipped my hand under the nurse's, just as I was going to bid her good night. She exclaimed, without seeing me, "Ah, that's Jinty! Come around, Jinty! Have you heard from home? How is your husband? Had the chills? Is he with his mother? Who takes care of him? How are H. and F.? Good-night."This morning, when I first came in her room, with my white wrapper and blue sack, she exclaimed, with an expression of delight, "Oh, Jinty, what a beautiful color! You look like a genie, or a fairy." Thus, even in death, the sister of her love and admiration was the "delight of her eyes," as she said.