ARTOTYPE. E BIERSTADT, N. Y.
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Martha sent me a most elegant Indispensable, white lutestring spangled
with silver, and a beautiful bracelet for the arm made of her hair; she
is too good—to love me as she says, more than ever.
Portland, Nov. — Friday, — 1802.
Mr. Davis is going on to Boston and will have a letter for you. I am
delighted to hear that Mamma is better. I send you some of Miss Homer’s
wedding cake; married on Monday. You say Rufus Emerson has returned and
tells them a great many stories; when you write next tell me what he
says, and where he heard, and all about it, for everything interests me.
Mr. Bowne has not arrived, I am out of all patience, cannot imagine what
detains him,—4 weeks to-morrow since he took Mr. Codman’s letter. These
Quakers are governed by such a _slow spirit_—I wish the deuce had them.
I shall be really uneasy if he don’t come soon. I want some _money_, my
last dollar I gave Horatio to buy Mamma’s _oranges_. I have written to
Mrs. Derby to buy me a _winter gown_; in her last she says she has
bought it but does not mention the price. I wish the money to send to
her soon as I hear; a little likewise for occasional expenses, ’tis not
pleasant to be without. I have been in but one party since Mamma’s
sickness; shall certainly not go out more than I can possibly avoid.
Mrs. Derby is quite out at Mr. B.’s not coming. I’ll not be so
ungenerous as to condemn him without giving an opportunity of
vindicating himself, some circumstances I know not of may detain him.
All our friends are well. Send me the money as soon as possible; and
don’t forget to tell particularly what Rufus says, whom he saw, what
they told him, and when he heard all. In some cases trifles acquire
importance—mole hills become mountains. Adieu.