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Sarah Klass Daine Walker AP English Lang 6 October 2009

Sarah Davis

Is this the sacrifice one must make To live the life of luxury? I stay here alone, no kin to accompany me, Mr. Davis is gone making the life we have become accustomed to, Two of my six children that have yet to pass, have moved on. I act as if the servants are my family, Attempting to fill the void left in my heart. Despite the distance between Mr. Davis and I, Our love was kept alive through the letters written. Once resigned from court justice I believed we would be together again, But to my dismay this only led to his acquiring of the title, Senator. The heart can only take so much disappointment And my heart was weak and now wounded Not two years later did it begin to fail me, It now appears that Mr. Davis and I will only truly be together in death.

Olivia Castillo Mrs. Clesson AP Lang 9:00 15 October 2009

Sarah Davis By Olivia Castillo

I was all alone in our manor.

I missed his face so much, Yet, I saw it every single day, on the faces of each one of our children. During moments when I could take a break from the business, I would sit there on the front porch, watching our children play in Clover Lawn.

Over the years, I did so much planning of the estate. I would work on that as well as the business he left for me. He would be away doing the work for our country.

At times I needed to relax and reflect, as I was not in his stressful situation. I just missed him so. I needed to realize that what he was doing was of utter importance. I needed to rid my selfish wants of wishing he were there with me.

I felt the loneliness and pain, Yet, every week when I received the post, his words put me to rest. And all my cares were set aside. For I knew he was loving me dearly, no matter our distance.

I couldn’t wait for the day when he would come home. I would no longer be all alone.

Melissa Kinsella Clesson AP Lang 9:00 14 October, 2009 = Sarah Davis =

By: Melissa Kinsella David and I were apart most of the time, Like the good wife I supported his ambitions. Fulfilling my role as spouse and mother, Never expressing my dislike of politics in polite society.

Remaining in Bloomington, Our letters were our only form of communication, Though it bored me to regale him, With the details of what occurred in his absence, I knew that he hungered for the trivial news. And as ever I was the good wife, Who would fill and send pages, Loaded with my affections.

When a sudden illness took me away from this life, I was waiting for him until he could meet me, Where we could continue our time together, He as the judge, and I as the good wife.