"You say as you are a woman , you cannot have the right to speak as a man. This is a mistake, as leap year is an exception. Speak as a man “My Girl”.
"Is every month to be more weary, in 1875, still I will remember for encouragement when you seemed a little weary and when your surroundings were hardly all you could wish. And they changed for the better + brighter did they not little singer. And so as usual I must look to you for encouragement."
"This is a perfect day outwardly, but inwardly to some it must be dark. Like Alice Cary in her poem, “My Window Just Over The Street,” I can think of only horrible things to-day; the fire last night, families of the dead firemen, Fanny Davenport’s great loss. Life seems rather of a knotty tangle, such a razzle-dazzle, such an enigma. I am weary trying to explain it to myself."
"Your simple and bewitching Quaker letter was duly received, and very much appreciated. You seem to be quite happy in your old age. I trust such a state of mind will soon come to me, and we will happily toddle along down hill, if not together, at least in sympathy."
And this letter I just had to publish in full, underlining, misspellings and all:
My Darling Cousin,
I am tired and weary in mind and body-- it is a beautiful Sunday morning though one of the last of the year -- have been on the Cars all night, I have written you ten thousand pages since I received your “inspiration” and now I seem unable to work even a page or two. I know not how to commence -- my heart over flows to you --
Your letter came like a messenger from the Angels bringing to a hungry soul. Comfort love and the sweet sympathy that I so much needed -- needed more than you will probably ever know --
Amy my dearest be happy in your (quiet) home -- you are nearer to God these. And in the heavenly world you will shine a beautiful spirit and grand -- Silk dresses and (Carmages) go not there -- but your noble nature that through poverty and suffering is growing so much more beautiful day by day will in the end bring you a home that is rich and great--(here) will envy -- I would willingly go with you this moment over them. My “jamboree” in Lexington was a sick bed -- but away with melancholy -- This is my first visit to St. Louis - it must be a very bad place as the Theaters are open at night. (Sunday night- I mean)
Yours “sick adrift + afloat- a barren wafe of a heart” My Darling Ella you are growing nearer - and I am growing nearer + nearer to you- George