To Miss Maria Reed, Meridene, Conn

 

Post Marked Nov 9 from Boston.

 

From Caroline M. Strong

No 87 Pleaseant St. Boston

 

To Cousin Maria,

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Boston Feb 28th 1850

 

Maria Dear,

I had just finished a long letter to you when the post man brought me yours but as that was filled with scolding, I burned it and concluded to write a letter of thanks for your very welcome one.  It came in first before dinner, and Hate said I was called three times before I heeded the summons, as it was I took it with me for a dessert and a rich and luscious one it was.  It contained a great deal of news, first Hosmer’s marriage, at which I was not surprised, for I never thought that he intended to lead a life of simple blessedness, or bachelordom.  But Maria, aren’t you glad that he did not have Miss Sherman?  That artful designing woman, she always remained me of Gina Winston in Miss Gouthworth’s Shannondoh [Shenandoah?].

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I wonder who it was, who was the co. when Cousin Molly attendee that wedding.  And who was the Co when she went to Bellingsworth?  Was it the Ex officio?  Perhaps you will think me a little inquisitive, a little so, but the Phrenologists tell me that I have a large bump of that.  Em wants to know if I am missed here, I am at school but not at home.  Oh no, it did seem rather strange at first to be called miss Strong, at school, and I must confess that sometimes I felt inclined to inflict the same punishment upon them that I did on a certain young man in Higganum once.  Wonder if he has any remembrance of it?  . . . I attended on of the Hatchingson’s concerts a few evenings since was delighted with their singing, they have real music in their voices, to say that I was pleased or delighted with their singing is not enough.  I was enchanted.     

 

The most popular and fashionable concerts which are given here now are the Germania Concerts given by the German’s and Italian Band.  Their music is beautiful, said to be the best in the United States at present.  I have attended two parties where the band was in attendance, the last one at which I was present there were 150 people present.  I will tell you all about these things when I see you.

 

 You asked me if I have read Uncle Tom.  I have done more, or rather seen more of it, have been to see the play, in which all of the characters were represented and I think that the gentlemen must have started some buttons [?] and the ladies some hook and eyes at some of the speeches of Penctraty Aunty Vermont, negro Sam, etc.  The scenery was magnificent especially the Panorama of the Mississippi.  I think I never saw anything so splendid.  Every one that has seen it have wished to see it again and again.   . . .  Hate has read aloud to us Reveries of a Bachelor, and I have just finished reading to them Dream Life.  I like Mr. Marvel’s writings very much, don’t you.  So you have been reading Bleak House, have you?  That work was loaned to me to read and I read two or three pages and could not get interested in it, but think I shall read it now as you liked it so well. 

 

I visited the State prison in Charlestown, one week and the next week visited the House of Corrections, in South Boston.  Thought that I should prefer the latter to the former, there are no females sent to the State Prison, in this state.  It made me feel very bad to see so many wretched, confined to hard labor.  There is a young man confined there for the murder of his sister because she married against his wishes.  What a switch!!!  I went into his cell and found a copy of Shakespeare, of Voltaire Etc.  I would liked to left a note, but it was strictly against the rules. . . .

 

As time draws near for me to leave Boston and school, and some acquaintances here, and regret leaving the city yet when I first came here, I did not think such a thing would be possible.  I was quite surprised to hear that Orlow Cone was married, did not suppose that his affections would ever center on mein particular, but supposed that he loved them all generally, I would not give much for his love would you? Wonder if George Cone has been in Boston this Winter.  I was very sure I saw him one day in Washington Street. I was of a good mind to speak to him. 

 

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