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Elyria Sept. 14, 1853 | Elyria Sept. 14, 1853 | ||
Dear Sister Lucy and all the dear brothers and sisters | Dear Sister Lucy and all the dear brothers and sisters | ||
My letter to Eliab containing a little news will doubtless reach you before this, so you can easily conjecture part of the subject matter of this letter. I wrote Mother yesterday, directing to the care of cousin Harvey Conant, though I think there is some uncertainty about her getting it: - I had half a mind to send it to Bangor to await her return: I had a most kind letter from Isaac last week urging me to come to them to spend the winter saying he would gladly pay my expenses, board and a salary besides if I would come. I should delight to do so, - but Providence seems to have ordered otherwise | My letter to Eliab containing a little news will doubtless reach you before this, so you can easily conjecture part of the subject matter of this letter. I wrote Mother yesterday, directing to the care of cousin Harvey Conant, though I think there is some uncertainty about her getting it: - I had half a mind to send it to Bangor to await her return: I had a most kind letter from Isaac last week urging me to come to them to spend the winter saying he would gladly pay my expenses, board and a salary besides if I would come. I should delight to do so, - but Providence seems to have ordered otherwise. Oh! if I could see you all how I would talk! but as to writing I scarcely know how to begin or what to say - but in short something has turned up and instead of going to Chicago to teach or making a noise anywhere, I am in imminent danger of quietly sinking into the insignificance and privacy of domestic life. I can't tell how it is. | ||
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Elyria Sept. 14, 1853 Dear Sister Lucy and all the dear brothers and sisters My letter to Eliab containing a little news will doubtless reach you before this, so you can easily conjecture part of the subject matter of this letter. I wrote Mother yesterday, directing to the care of cousin Harvey Conant, though I think there is some uncertainty about her getting it: - I had half a mind to send it to Bangor to await her return: I had a most kind letter from Isaac last week urging me to come to them to spend the winter saying he would gladly pay my expenses, board and a salary besides if I would come. I should delight to do so, - but Providence seems to have ordered otherwise. Oh! if I could see you all how I would talk! but as to writing I scarcely know how to begin or what to say - but in short something has turned up and instead of going to Chicago to teach or making a noise anywhere, I am in imminent danger of quietly sinking into the insignificance and privacy of domestic life. I can't tell how it is.