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Higganum, April 20, 1852

 

Dear Maria,

 

Enclosed I send you the patterns you wish.  One that I told you I should use.  I did not, for I concluded it was so large a pattern that it would not be as showy on a purse.  I have marked the one, which you will notice, and you can do as you like about using it.  Your purse being a little larger it might perhaps look better on it. 

 

We all are anxious to hear from you and I hope to soon.  All the particulars of your success as yet.  You will not fail to write me soon. 

 

Jose has gone.  She left last Thursday in all the rain.  The two Gates have returned to Higganum to try to fill the vacancies that were made.  I have not seen either of them as yet. 

 

It is very gloomy here now.  It is so stormy and has been nearly every day since you left.  I hope it does not effect your feelings, however. 

 

George and myself passed the evening after you left with Melissa.  Jose and Emily were not there.  Melissa said nothing to Jose about it on Sabbath eve.  She had forgotten that he had an invite—and Lane too forgot it and went to bed at 8 o’clock and thus we were deprived of the pleasure of their company.  They all regretted it afterwards.  I expect Lane felt lonely without you.  That she thought of nothing else and went to bed. 

 

Wednesday eve, we spent with Jose in company with Charles Child and David Huntington.  On Friday Jane, Melissa and myself walked out to Mr. Bonfacy’s to the society and such a time.  Elisa Brainard came out as we were opposite there and expected us to tug the old bag out.  What an idea!  We declared we would not.  But after half an hour’s deliberation (in which time she pretended to look for Ceaser) we started off with the bag after having distributed the little parcels between us.

 

Hosmer came out in the evening after me and 6 of us girls were stowed away in his big wagon, like so many “paddies’ carted off.  We were just nicely started when Hubert came with his horse and wagon—but he was too late.  Hosmer would not give up any of his load, and so the poor fellow was obliged to turn around and follow us with as good a grace as possible.

 

We have had the news of Carter Child’s death with a few days.  He died last December on his way home.  Mr. Harvey Child has gone to N. York to learn the particulars as the ship has arrived then.  He sent home word yesterday that the report was confirmed, but he had not seen the Captain yet, to get the particulars.  He had as yet only learned from the crew, that is was him, and that he was sick twelve days—fourteen days out—and that the deep, deep ocean was his grave.  What a thought for his poor mother.  She feels dreadfully about it, can hardly be reconciled to it.  Who knows but his intentions were if he had lived to reach home never to go so far again.  The ship started from Batavia. 

 

I suppose you have already become acquainted with Messrs Meriam.  And when you write I shall expect a glowing description, and that too very soon.  Have you been homesick any yet?  Tel Emily not to let you get the “blues.”  Give my love to Emily and Calista and wishing you all prosperity and happiness.

 

I remain aff’y yours S. S. Gladwin

 

I hope you will see George often—and remember now, I shall expect a letter from you very soon.