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Poughkeepsle Dec* 3, 1871.
Dear Fapa*
W e are going to have Chapel this afternoon In place of our usual
morning service. I was going in town to church this morning but the
carriage we had ordered did not come out and there was not room for all
in the other one, so I stayed at home.
Miss Graham has found a little piece of poetry in which are buried
twenty-four cities and we have been able to dig up only about ten. She
wishes me to send it to you thinking you will enjoy
"In the balmy, radiant month of May," but I will write It on another sheet
of paper.
Thanksgiving day passed very pleasantly. In the morning I went
to church in Po'keepsie, got back in time for lunch, aad studied until
Dinner. This was at four oclock and entertainment as well for two hours
and over. I will send the Bill of fare, which was about the same as last
years. I think I never ate so much in my life as I did last Thursday for
we had been looking forward to the dinner for weeks. At half past sevea
we went into Chapel and the President read us some selections from
Dickens.
"David Copperfield" the scene where Daviddfirst goes to his Aunts house.
After the reading we went back to the Dining room and ate ice cream and
cake, then to Miss Terry*s reception and then to bed.
Now I have given you a matter of fact account of the day and do not
feel that I have brains enough to do any more. You ask of Miss Terry
but I can tell you almost nothing of her. I presume you have seen in the
papers who she is, which fact I do not perfectly understand, but know that
she is some relation of a Gen. Terry of New Haven, and is also related
to Rose Terry. She is much
the answers to some of your buried cities and will do so now. 82. Anna*
polls. 83. Amboy. 84. Hague. 85. Oswego. 86. Ithaca. 87. Ostend. 88.
Tours, also Havre, poorly spelled. 89. Ent. 90. Turin. 91. Leith. Some
of them gave us great trouble and even now we do not know if they are right.
I expect to go to Binghamton for the holidays and perhaps will go to
Brooklyn for a few days. I have had as invitation from the Levensons, but
would like to go to Mrs. Browns for a little gaiety. It is so quiet at Aunt
Maria's.
The Chapel bell is ringing so goodbye for the present.
your loving daughter Julie.
(Julia M. Pease, <75,