East Bloomfield, Feb. 3d 1854Sarah, my dear,
The sun is yet in the sky. School is done and I feel just in the mood of writing to you and of course the impulses of the spirit must not be disregarded. Though it be not Saturday, and Friday has been branded, the "unlucky day." I should really be glad to know why this day is so considered. If the man who witnessed the baptism of the sixth day of the week could rise from his grave what a marvel it would be! Do you suppose he would talk in Hebrew or Dutch or Anglo-Saxon? What do you guess he would say? I am not going to enter into any speculation on idealities when I have before me glowing realities in the visible form of a letter from yourself and the invisible of joy in my heart. By the way, I can testify that Friday is in some respects a most fortunate day. My letters from "Cragin Dale" always fall on that day. If I could give you an adequate idea of the pleasure I take in reading and re-reading them, you would think my evidence might be very weighty. I have just been thinking that I would like to know what day you receive my letters. Can you help me find out?
You thought I was putting my room in order f or company and that you were practising a little impoliteness by intruding upon a "tender conversation" when you sat down to tell me where and what your thoughts were last Sat. But your dream was all a dream. I was not in E.B. then. Friday, after school I walked down to The depot, got on board a "freight-train" that was bound for Canandaigua. At half-past seven John and I were sitting side by side, hand in hand, on the lounge in Miss Shepard's parlor. I tell people when they inquire about my visiting C. that I have a cousin there. Perhaps you will laugh at the idea of my going to see him. I don't care however. But I really do not visit him. I visit Miss S. and he calls there to see me, and we visit together. It had been four weeks since I saw him & the cars did not accommodate him in coming to E.B. I could not stay away any longer. 0, what shall I do next year if we live, when I must be separated from him for twenty four weeks! Sarah, you don't know anything about it do you? But you know that I do, I guess. The other day when I expected a letter from him & it did not come, I thought sickness had delayed it as he was not well the week before and such agony as I was in I cannot describe. I could not keep my tears out of sight even in school and when I found a "nice place to cry in" I wept hours. It seems to me I could not live without him. 0, 1 hope he will not be called to heaven and I not. Sarah, do you love to think about our coming home next summer? We do, and we are patient impatiently for the time to come. I know you will love him. I want to have you think of us together and that you may, I shall enclose in this a crystalolyte of him. I could not give you stronger proof of a sister's love than to send you the image of him who is my dearest earthly friend. I think you will prize it and I long to have you possess it. I never gave you nor can I ever give you such a precious gift, again, were the wealth of sea and land at my disposal.
It is a stern, dark looking picture but the original is not so. He has a stern look for refractory pupils but not to be put on out of the school-room. He has dark eyebrows but his complexion is light. I think he has a dignity, a nobility above the common ranks of men. And I am sure his heart is warmer and larger than most who are called men. Forgive me for making this "head of my discourse" so much larger than all the rest.
I thank you for sending me your composition. It is a better one than I could write upon that subject. I like it much. Your imagination is not frost-bound. Where will it not carry you in a few more years? I like to see its flights. Curb not the prancing steeds.
I am glad you opened your heart to me as you did. I can appreciate every feeling for I think I have had the same. I would not have you less ambitious if health is not to be the flower crowned victim to fall at its altars. Set your standard high and "Press on." I hope you will find a situation for the fall. "Commit thy ways unto the Lord and he will direct thy steps". Ask Him to choose the place & circumstances and he will not turn away his ear or his hand. I received a letter from Will. Wednesday. The poor boy was rather blue. Cheer him up if you can. I shall use my powers to-morrow.
I like Miss Eaton from your description of her & rejoice with
you in having such a friend. I hope I may some time see
her. I correspond with John's sister. She says she loves
me with a sister's love. May you be happy.