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[right-hand side]Methinks I were the "Old Woman" of Richmond I, too, should be frightened & astonished, at your hardihood in sleeping in the open window room. Really I feel you will repent it some day. If those people at Bangor don't write to you any than they do to us, I am Sorry. I think you have just ground for complaint. What pretty weather we have had thus far in [[covered with stamp]] {thus far till yesterday the 10th} Good bye. In much love, Sister Lucy [overtop this upside down] Jan. 24th 1846 Richmond | [[right-hand side]] Methinks I were the "Old Woman" of Richmond I, too, should be frightened & astonished, at your hardihood in sleeping in the open window room. Really I feel you will repent it some day. If those people at Bangor don't write to you any than they do to us, I am Sorry. I think you have just ground for complaint. What pretty weather we have had thus far in [[covered with stamp]] {thus far till yesterday the 10th} Good bye. In much love, Sister Lucy [overtop this upside down] Jan. 24th 1846 Richmond | ||
[bottom of page] Sometime when you have leisure & feel like it, if I were you I would write a letter to Ezra Barker. It would gratify him much. He boards at Aron Hills, and I fear does not enjoy himself very well. A poor, one-legged man, and has no way to get about, not even to meeting. He came down here t'other evening on Mr. Sargent's colt, & was telling over his grievances, which, till then I had not thought of. Such unfortunate persons demand our sympathy, & if we can do aught to gratify their feelings I think we should do it. He is rather sensitive. Feels neglect, on the reverse, more than some people, I think. | |||
[[bottom of page]] Sometime when you have leisure & feel like it, if I were you I would write a letter to Ezra Barker. It would gratify him much. He boards at Aron Hills, and I fear does not enjoy himself very well. A poor, one-legged man, and has no way to get about, not even to meeting. He came down here t'other evening on Mr. Sargent's colt, & was telling over his grievances, which, till then I had not thought of. Such unfortunate persons demand our sympathy, & if we can do aught to gratify their feelings I think we should do it. He is rather sensitive. Feels neglect, on the reverse, more than some people, I think. | |||
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and 21st of Jan'y. I want to go to Bangor to spend a few days this Winter, but don't much expect to. We want you should get your likeness taken, Daguerotype, so that we can have it to look at when you are away. I think you might afford to do it, out of Uncle Joseph's bounty. I do wish we could have Mother's. We really ought to.
Olive Furber & James Lyford. Ominous. I can't tell any more for a certainty! C.W. Rich and Sister were invited to a party at Williamsburg New year's eve, but followed not with the Multitude to go on account of Temperance meetings, Barker's lectures etc. Very good. Rather imaginative.
A.M. Metcalf
L.H. Metcalf
Milo
Jan. 19 & 22. 1846
Brownville Me Mr. Isaac S. Metcalf 5
Jan 22 Care of J. L. Mitchell
Gardiner
Maine
right-hand side Methinks I were the "Old Woman" of Richmond I, too, should be frightened & astonished, at your hardihood in sleeping in the open window room. Really I feel you will repent it some day. If those people at Bangor don't write to you any than they do to us, I am Sorry. I think you have just ground for complaint. What pretty weather we have had thus far in covered with stamp {thus far till yesterday the 10th} Good bye. In much love, Sister Lucy [overtop this upside down] Jan. 24th 1846 Richmond
bottom of page Sometime when you have leisure & feel like it, if I were you I would write a letter to Ezra Barker. It would gratify him much. He boards at Aron Hills, and I fear does not enjoy himself very well. A poor, one-legged man, and has no way to get about, not even to meeting. He came down here t'other evening on Mr. Sargent's colt, & was telling over his grievances, which, till then I had not thought of. Such unfortunate persons demand our sympathy, & if we can do aught to gratify their feelings I think we should do it. He is rather sensitive. Feels neglect, on the reverse, more than some people, I think.