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May 23. 1868.
My darling mother.
The species of consolation that was Job's especial comforter has also been mine to a greater degree than I expected when I last wrote you. Wednesday I found a good deal of difficulty in keeping around and Thursday I kept my room. I could in not sit up and my only comfortable position was lying on my right side. This became very tiresome after a while and I began to feel sincere sympathy with any one who had been laid up with a broken limb. I kept my bed yesterday also, but during dinner went to take a bath. I took it in very warm water and when I got out, saw it was ready to break.
Some one was outside calling to know if she couldn't come in
The boil discharged fearfully for it was a very large one. I am glad I have not had to go through with it again since. All the afternoon I had those faint spells and my stomach was so unsettled. The air seemed so close and sultry too. While the girls were at tea I got up and went to the window where I could breath to my heart's content. It is not uncommon for the girls to faint away in the bath room and even in the tub alone.
Saidee also has received a box from home this week. It came yesterday and she was so delighted with it. Her commencement dress is of tarleton trimmed with rusches and puffed waist. Then she has an organdie something like Emilie Gibson's only not quite so nice, and a buff cambric trimmed with cluny lace. All her things are pretty and gotten up with same care that
You know that brown poplin dress is pretty nearly useless to me and I think I have other things
I would have liked the maple honey, but I had so many things that I missed nothing. Do not regret the fact that you did not send it for it might have made me sick. Well I have got pretty tired writing so long and will say good bye with a heart full of love for you all.
Mary.
[Mary (Parker) Woodworth, '70]