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My Dear Father & Mother
It is a most glorious Sunday morning and it
and would accord most harmoniously with my feelings to step in and be with you
to-day, but as that cannot be I will do the next best, and that I suppose is
to write. I have commenced on half a sheet of paper as I have written to
Mary and think it will hold all of my rather scanty ideas. Every thing is
much the same as ever, we are getting on swimmingly with our lessons
our English Literature Class is splendid, it is just as interesting as can
be, Professor Buckham is a very fine teacher, but the worst of it is that
we have those horrid Compositions to write, but % it will not do any good
to complain about them I suppose. Instead of a sermon an hour and half
long, we had one to-day only forty minutes long, I wish Professor Buckham
would preach every Sabbath. There is nothing going on here, nothing
worth writing about, did you go to Quarterly Meeting I so hope you did
Carrie wrote Cousin Hannah last week. How is the Door-yard progressing, has it improved any since our departure, is a a place arranged for
Croquet. It has been splendid sleighing here all the week, the weather
We have just come up from tea and chapel I should like to have been home to tea we always have such dry teas Sunday we had to night bread, snaps and what we call souse, they call it here cheese head but it was not nice Abbie has written so I am not going to I have the headache and am going to bed so as to be up early in the morning Do not worry about camphor for in the first place I have no need for it and in the second place I haven't any to use. I suppose about the time that we are in chapel every
morning you are eating breakfast. Has thee any girl yet Give ever so much love to Uncle Mark we heard they were over the river. We imagined you Thursday in Providence you must not show our letters because we do not have anything interesting for other
[Caroline E. Slade, spec. '65-66,
To Mrs. William S. Slade, Box 3543, Fall River, Mass.
The first part of the letter was written by Abigail L. Slade, spec.