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My dear Brother,
It is so long since I have heard from you I have
lost the reckoning. I suppose you are thinking the same of me * but, I wrote
last. I suppose you are rather surprised to hear from me, from this place.
Jennie & Katie came up Friday morning. I returned with them, the same
afternoon. They are stopping at a very pleasant private boarding-house, so
I am having quite a nice visit with them. We were out, all day yesterday.
In the morning, we went to the "Academy of Design", and in the afternoon to
see the Japanese. Such performances as they had!
imaginable and unimaginable positions. It did'nt seem to make any particular
difference to them, whether they stood on their heels or head or on some one
else's head. This morning we went over to Brooklyn, and heard a most
excellent sermon from Mr. Beecher. It was very characteristic.
The church was jammed. We just managed to get a back seat. The
organ in the church is a very sweet-toned & powerful instrument, and I liked
the singing so much. I think It is so much more sensible to have such sing-
ing, than it is to hire four professional singers, & have the congregation sit
in mute admiration or consternation, whichever the case may be. Tonight we
are going to hear Dr. Chapin, up on 43rd street. Dear me! I don't believe I
could ever stand it to live
distances. It takes one an hour to go anywhere. Perhaps I might endure it,
if I had a mint of money & could have every luxury, I wanted; but then, I don't
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know whether I should care for it or not. Well, how about "Nephew No.2"?
Has he received a name, as yet? I hope there is a letter for me, at the
College, from you. I shall be very busy, when I go back, and, so, cannot
write for seme time. So thought I would write today. I have not hoard
from any of Aunt Mary's folks for a long time. You must write as soon as
you can. I am afraid you can not read this scrawl; but you must excuse it,
for I am not accustomed to this kind of a pen. With much love and a prayer
for you all,
Your loving sister,
Annie M* Glidden.
(Annie (Glidden) Houts, '69,