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Jan. 17. 1875.
My dear Mr. Barns.
"I wont be dictated to, you see," but to proceed. Your welcome letter of the 14th was only rec'd. and as you may witness most promptly answered. Dont be entirely discouraged and think you will always, so soon, be in my debt - but as I answered all other letters yesterday and today felt some what in the writing humor, which is rather unusual, I concluded to make you my victim. Is this apology sufficient? I will consider it so an continue by telling you how delighted I was to hear so soon and in such detail of home news. I am getting quite discouraged about myself really for it become harder for me to return every time I go away I am afraid society is having a demoralising effect upon me and the worst of it is I dont know any remedy.
I dont suppose for a moment I should be contented to spend week after week and month after month in the frivolous way I spend my vacations - but when home upon such occasions as the above it is with me "eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow ye die" and I make the most of all that is going. But now I have returned to my Alma Mater and as you say that wh. was but last week a reality is fast becoming a dream. Yes it was just about this time last Sunday when we were enjoying our "cigars up stairs". But why did I ever say any thing about that. Indeed it makes me quite ashamed when I think of it- ashamed that I ever entertained such selfish sentiments
dignified. Some people think I can be if there are some that dont. The smile upon Prof. B.'s face is a little difficult to interpret. I am afraid he does not stand quite as much in awe of me as is the proper thing under the circumstances. When I first saw him he expressed himself ^as so sorry not to have received Papa's note of invitation sooner. He said "I would have answered it I would have marched straight to the "City of Brotherly
On Thursday evening last we had a very entertaining lecture from Mrs. Livermore who was here visiting Maria Mitchell. It is needless to tell the subject of her lecture - indeed she gave none - I will only remark she had 400 attentive listeners and 400 ardent admirers— After the lecture Miss Cushing took me, with several of my class mates, upon the stage to meet her - and there before the president, and several of the teachers, imagine our embarrassment at her first question - "Well, my dear young ladies what do you propose doing when you leave here." Of course I could not tell her, before so many that I expected to study law with Mr. Hoffeskee Especially if I did not care to have the intention publicly announced on Class day (by the prophet-) [crossed out: and] ^for in the case of his being present, wh. is not improbably - it would be exceedingly unpleasant. So I did not say anything nor my neighbor nor hers and altogether it was a little uncomfortable and we changed the subject. On Friday evening we had a German entertainment in the Hall wh. consisted (besides essays, songs.
funniest part was to see these girls whom we knew ordinarily so well, dressed and acting some body else so admirably that we scarcely [crossed out: knew] ^recognised
them. One of the girls Miss Lyman, from Montreal, niece of the former lady principal of the College who died here from great age, acted and looked so like her ^aunt that at first many of us hesitated as to whether it was the proper thing for us to give way to such laughter, but she became so ludicrous finally that it required more than an act of volition to stop us - When she fainted and one of the fat old men came to apply the salts wh. she had suspended from her finger by a ring and flourish her large fan - it was too much - and so is this, I must stop. Do tell me who that wonderful person is I met at Media - friend of the Ornes, I have not an idea. No reflection upon your description — I assure you - I guess I never met him.
at least so thinks your friend
Lucy (Sellers) Barnes, '75