To: Lizzie Ann
From: Maurice Lewis (her father)
Sunday 11 July 1897
Dear Lizzie Ann
I now take the pleasure of writing a few lines to you hoping that they will find you quite well as we are all pretty well at present. Dear Lizzie Ann, your mother and myself were at Aberystwyth about a fortnight ago, and I called to see Mr and Mrs Williams (Post Office) but Mrs Williams had gone out for the day, therefore we did not see her. I see that Miss Nellie Foulkes Jones has come home again, I have not been talking to her yet.
Today we have Mr D Jones - Cardiff- (the old pastor) preaching for us. This mornings' text was Mark 6, Chapter 3, first verse. You read them and you will see what I mean, the 3rd verse is like this - 'is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary, the brother of James and [?] and of [?] and so on. And this is what was remarkable with Mr Jones, he has been to Palestine and he said that he had been in Nazareth and he went into a carpenters shop, and he said he was struck very much whilst standing in the shop - he thought of how Jesus the saviour of the world had been working in a shop like that. But poor Mr Jones will never recover his voice, he cannot speak very loud now, you know he used to shout a great deal. Dear Lizzie I hope that the word of God is very sweet to you every day, and prayer, which keeps this Christian's armour bright, and that you are very happy. You know that God's blessing - 'his cup runneth over'- my dear may God bless you and keep you.
Tell the Cook that I like to hear talk of [?] will, if we learn this exercise well Satan will never get advantage of us. Tell her from me that I fully sympathise with her in the great trouble she has gone through, but I dare say she felt that God was sustaining her - and all things will work together for good to them that love him, and that are called according to his purpose.
Give my best regards to her. Dear Lizzie Ann, your mother is pretty well these days. All your friends are kindly remembering to you. May God bless you and be with you - amen.
This is from your dear father Maurice Lewis.
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