She has been afflicted most all of her life with that awful disease, Consumption. You remember forming the acquaintance of Miss Lizzie and Mary Prim, when you was up here in the Summer. It is their Mother that so lately died. Will be buried at the Black Jack Grove burying grounds tomorrow some time. If it is so I can, I am going.
Although we have had enough to make us sad, we have had plenty to make us rejoice. Had three Socials since Willie left. I attended two. One was given to a young man that is going to leave the neighborhood never more to return, and the other two was given to Brother Fletcher. Brother Fletcher is clerking for a cousin of ours, at a little town called Commerce. Is doing a very good business. Came home last night, him and brother Robie both. You can imagine I'm very lonely since brother Fletcher left us. No one to associate with intimately at all. Of course, you'll not blame me when I tell you I had the "blues" all of last week. I don't know when I ever spent such a week in my life before. I hope I may never again. I can't tell what I was grieving about, unless it is because the old year is so near gone and I have accomplished so little. Yes, Christmas is close at hand again. How time does fly. I can hardly realize that the year 1878 is almost gone. It won't be long before we can say the same of our lives that we can say of the old year. Farewell, old 1878! Farewell forever!
I hope when you come you will bring a great deal of Christmas with you, as everybody
seems to be complaining that there is not going to be any Christmas. If any, it will be
very small. I think I ought to be expecting a good deal as you and Mr.
Davis, Emma. [Letter from Emma Davis to John C. Brewer, December 8, 1878]. The Portal to Texas History. http://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth128705/. Accessed September 3, 2015.