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Pease, Julia M. | to mother, Nov. 1873:

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November 15, 1873
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VC 1875
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vassar:24934,,,VCL_Letters_Pease_Julia-M_1875_153,Box 37
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: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875153001
Vassar,
Nov. 15, 1873.
My dear Mamma,
This has been a miserably gloomy day, snowing, hailing and rain-
ing by turns; nevertheless, we had oar exercise to take Just the same.
Dr. Avery never sees fit to excuse us unless it is bitter cold or pouring
rain. Sometimes after she has excused us the sun comes out brightly,
and then, to make up for her mistake, she will not excuse us the next
unpleasant day. We don't know when she is going away, the report

 


: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875153002
was that she would leave the first of November, but she is yet here and there seems no prospect of her going.

Received a letter from Jennie Ladd a few days since, her correspondence seems progressing more rapidly than ever before. She wrote no news. I am owing so many letters that I am always astonished when I receive one that is not from home. If it were not for my two letters each week I fear I should see very few.

I have just been interrupted by a call from Carrie Norton. The poor girl has her Senior essay to read in Chapel

 


: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875153003
This week and is naturally very much disturbed by the thought of so doing. Reading my Junior essay before the class has been a not very pleasant foretaste of what will befall me next year.

Although I am writing in my own room with the door closed into the parlor, the sound of voices is plainly heard, which is not conducive to good writing or thinking. There is a wonderful lack of concentration of thought in my composition for when I hear conversation around me while I am writing I am very apt to forget my occupation and

 


: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875153004
join in with the others.
The President gave us a very good sermon today in regard to the
choice of friends. He says that he has preached it before within three
years, but I have no recollection of ever having heard it before. My memory does not equal that of last year's valedictorian, neither does it bear
any resemblance to that of my "paternal."
Our Presidents sermons are generally more like lectures, and
are improving with his years.
Hoping that you are all well, your loving daughter.