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Vassar College, Jan. 24. 1873 Dearest Carrie, Friday afternoon I like to have a little rest after the week's work, and so, today, I take it by writing to you. But soon I will have to go to work on my essay on Scott. We have to hand them in next Monday and mine is not half written. Fortunately this will be our last essay this semester, for in two weeks we will be through with Literature. Then, I shall feel like tossing up my cap and, school-boy fashion, shouting, hurrah! Not that I do not like Literature in itself, but I never can muster up enough courage to recite in class, and essays—but nothing need be said in that
Your letter this week reached me the same day with my other home
letter. Owing to some mistake in the mails it came up in the evening with
a mail which never comes from the South. Isn't immediately to Po'keepsie for the copies of "Undine" thinking possibly some stationery might have them, but found there were none in town, so now I have ordered them from New York city. Monday I think they will make their appearance, so In less than two weeks from this time you can get them. All next semester we translate from the Reader, but in the Junior year we shall read Schiller's Wallenstetn. By that
Snow, snow, snow
At morn, at noon and night
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And oh how it filleth one's
Soul with woe
To view the pitiless sight J
(A new version of Hood!)
But really it seems as If it would never cease to snow. When I
was little I could not realize that an avalanche of snow was such a terrible thing as travellers aad books made eat, but new, since seeing so
much of it, I can understand all its turns. It is a wander to me that more
persons are net killed by the snow slides from roofs of buildings, especially in cities. Even here, we are started many times a day by terrific crashing noises, which
The slide even shakes the side of the house.
Anna Dickenson Is going to lecture In Po'keepsie next Friday night.
I hope to hear her, for I am very desirous to hear a woman lecture, never
having done so. I only wish you could be here then, for your tastes are In
the woman's rights' line.
You ask my opinion in regard to the disposing of your hoarded
money. I cannot advise you, but would you not prefer to get something
more especially for year self ? I knew you have always had a desire for a
billiard table, and Indeed it would be charming to have one, but I am not
sure that yea would be satisfied with this.
And so Mrs. Ward has turned up again. I am glad she survived the
old Col. and hope she may
In a note from Mr. Swenson, written last fall but net received till a
few days since, he invited me to come sometime and see them. So I hope
they have at last forgiven me. But I much doubt If Mrs. Swenson has: it
makes one feel rather uncomfortable to think that somebody believes you
have done very wrong, don't you find It so?
Here endeth this epistle—(I do set mean to be sacrellgious.)
Lovingly, Julie