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Sister is to be bride's maid to Ella Low on the 9 of December, who is then is to marry Harry Pierrepont; her dress is being made in Paris. Uncle Nich is either engaged, or going to be, to a Miss Wolfe, + rich + they say, nice young lady here; he acts very queer about it. Capt Tompkins is engaged to Miss Kingsland. Caddy + Sheffy are both in town. Mr Peaboddy is dead, Pere Hyacinthe is in America, Napoleon is sick + [[ | Sister is to be bride's-maid to Ella Low on the 9 of December, who is then is to marry Harry Pierrepont; her dress is being made in Paris. Uncle Nich is either engaged, or going to be, to a Miss Wolfe, + rich + they say, nice young lady here; he acts very queer about it. Capt Tompkins is engaged to Miss Kingsland. Caddy + Sheffy are both in town. Mr Peaboddy is dead, Pere Hyacinthe is in America, Napoleon is sick + [[Italy?]] has an heir to the throne. I am reading the 'Illiad,' 'Shelly,' "Keats,' 'Coleridge,' 'Chatterton,' 'Heloise et Abelard,' 'travels in Spain,' + painting whenever I have strength. I have had various presents since my sickness; old wine, flowers cut + uncut, cream from the country, pears from Gen. Hooker, horses heads, books etc; people have been very kind. Abott Kinney has been here twice; he has really improved. Johnny Dodge + Mr Bozzy have called repeatedly, but all in vain. Seth Low is nice, but Jay Pierrepont isn't anything very extraordinary. Rosy Kearnan has been staying in 37th etc; we were very polite to her, invited her to dinner over + over again; put ourselves out immensely. + She in the end showed herself ill bred, unapreciative, + intensely ignorant of the world. [[Host. + 2.?]] were very much miffed at her + are now. Aunt Butler has been very ill in Oxford. | ||
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The days roll on, one is just like another. I wake between ten + eleven, feeling dull + heavy, + with a bad taste in my mouth. I put on my dressing gown, + have a little breakfast which I don't relish. I lounge round till one or two, when they make me drive out; bundled up like an Egyptian mummey. We go to the Park + then come home, take our dinner, + go to bed. And oh I am very sick + miserable. | The days roll on, one is just like another. I wake between ten + eleven, feeling dull + heavy, + with a bad taste in my mouth. I put on my dressing gown, + have a little breakfast which I don't relish. I lounge round till one or two, when they make me drive out; bundled up like an Egyptian mummey. We go to the Park + then come home, take our dinner, + go to bed. And oh I am very sick + miserable. | ||
Latest revision as of 20:01, 4 December 2018
Sister is to be bride's-maid to Ella Low on the 9 of December, who is then is to marry Harry Pierrepont; her dress is being made in Paris. Uncle Nich is either engaged, or going to be, to a Miss Wolfe, + rich + they say, nice young lady here; he acts very queer about it. Capt Tompkins is engaged to Miss Kingsland. Caddy + Sheffy are both in town. Mr Peaboddy is dead, Pere Hyacinthe is in America, Napoleon is sick + Italy? has an heir to the throne. I am reading the 'Illiad,' 'Shelly,' "Keats,' 'Coleridge,' 'Chatterton,' 'Heloise et Abelard,' 'travels in Spain,' + painting whenever I have strength. I have had various presents since my sickness; old wine, flowers cut + uncut, cream from the country, pears from Gen. Hooker, horses heads, books etc; people have been very kind. Abott Kinney has been here twice; he has really improved. Johnny Dodge + Mr Bozzy have called repeatedly, but all in vain. Seth Low is nice, but Jay Pierrepont isn't anything very extraordinary. Rosy Kearnan has been staying in 37th etc; we were very polite to her, invited her to dinner over + over again; put ourselves out immensely. + She in the end showed herself ill bred, unapreciative, + intensely ignorant of the world. Host. + 2.? were very much miffed at her + are now. Aunt Butler has been very ill in Oxford. Wednesday Nov. 22 The days roll on, one is just like another. I wake between ten + eleven, feeling dull + heavy, + with a bad taste in my mouth. I put on my dressing gown, + have a little breakfast which I don't relish. I lounge round till one or two, when they make me drive out; bundled up like an Egyptian mummey. We go to the Park + then come home, take our dinner, + go to bed. And oh I am very sick + miserable.