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April 18. 1867.
Dear Belle;
We had not forgotten our promise, yet twas sweet to be reminded in such a way. Thanks for your kind remembrance of Sixtyone's special weaknesses. We think that we may safely assert whatever others may say that Michigan knows how to make cake, if
those you sent us are a fair sample. We have enjoyed our box very much.
I am sorry to write you a letter tonight, and should not do so, did not regard to truth constrain me. It is a principle of mine never to write letters when I am tired, for I am afraid that they always carry the
The dry bones and manikins would delight your heart- I am getting quite philosophical; it would take considerable to make my blood run cold now. I have learned also that knowledge is better than ignorance; you may bring back your doctor-book, and
I have Spanish lessons semi-occasionally, too, not that it amounts to much but I could not resist the temptation of studying it, having so little to do otherwise. But the chief of my toils, the greatest of my trials, is yet to be told. Do you remember Sam Weller's descriptions of his father's, or rather I should say his father's description of Sam
Weller's being led to the matrimonial altar "a deluded wictim and thinking in his innocence it was all wery fine." Such was I and such were my feelings when I agreed to write a poem for "Founders Day". I had never tried verse for such an
It is ended however at last. All the bright week of vacation, while Sarah was in New York and the girls were reading novels, and doing fancy work, and having good times, I was up in that detestable room O, badgering my unlucky brains, and courting the muse. Imagine me a week from next Monday evening, with a crowded house breathless [obscured by object] my stirring strains. I [should] have written to you long long ago, if I had not been so busy. I am sorry, I have to neglect my friends as it is one of my greatest trials at Vassar. College exercises continue just the same for
With much love.
Louise