This note was with other good-bye wishes but not dates. 1851-2 is just a guess, but it was addressed to Miss Maria Reed, Meriden, Conn. Not all notes were recorded. Apparently it was the occasion of Mari leaving town.
I have been thinking of you this evening Maria. I know you will say “you wish I would not” but please forget the “school marm” (how I dislike that name, when applied in earnest while you are reading this. What did make you feel so badly today? I know by your tell-tale countenance that you had been crying, and it came into my mind that I was the cause (innocent cause) of the “tears that flow” and I said to myself if I could only get out one moment, I would try the effect of a few tears.
What an idea, Maria “of humbling yourself.” How came it into your head? Me thinks there are a “few more left there of the same sort,” are there not? And about “not setting an example for the other girls!” Oh! Oh!
Now let me talk with you one moment my dear girl. It always seems to me very soft. I almost unmeaning to sound a person’s praises in their own ears but you have much too low an opinion of yourself both as a scholar and everything else. Now for the first compliment. I do not consider you my best scholar. Don’t you feel obliged. But I so love and prize openness & transparency of character better than almost anything else, and I love a warm honest heart that is alive to ever generous emotion, and I dearly love a tender conscience.
I know you pretty well now, Maria mind. I do not consider you faultless. Such a temperament is your to exposed to many faults.
Nos. this is a good opportunity to say something. And although Mr. Boyd says we must not give advice, I shall do as I please. You are something of a dreamer, Maria. Do not revel too much in the sweets of fancy. The land of thought is a blissful land. When touched by the hues of the heart, but it’s not the land always to dwell in.
“There is a land above
All beautiful & Bright-“
To that better country would I point you. But I fear I am taking too much liberty. I did not think I was writing so much.
Your aff. friend. Josephine
This is only for your eye. Please put it where no one will see it__
In another note from Josephine in the same envelop—and excerpt:
. . . . I have been thinking of our little conversation Sabbath evening. You remember telling me something about an “ugly temper” do you not? I was afraid I told you something I ought not to you know we had but a moment to talk. I believe I told you if we depended on God all the time, out tempers would never make us unhappy and then you asked me if I was always happy and I had to tell you NO.. But I do really believe that if we did depend on the Savior for help wholly that we should not often be very unhappy.
I know as well as any one, Maria how unhappy this “ugly
temper” makes one for I presume you have not half as much of it as I. . . .