Yes we 'd letters from Liz for quite a while :

The dear writ that she wuz doin well ;
She said she mixed with folks of style,

But all at once a curtain fell !
Out at the gate we waited long,

Oft in the warm and in the cold ;
My arm was not as big and strong

Me and my wife was growng old.

We watched, and watched. One moonlit night

Something was crossing the bridge below ;
My heart beat high my soul -was light

I whispered, ' Mother, do you know ?'
The form came up the moonlit road ;

I saw her baby and tearful eye
Ah, then was lifted the fearful load,

For Lizzie I loved came home to die.

Often I asked who was he

She 'd close her eyes and shake her head :
His accursed name is a mystery

It 's buried with my darling dead.

But still at even time I wait,

And watch the road at dying day ;

And mother joins me at the gate,
And that is why my hair is gray.