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why I did not have the sense to have sent you one line just by way of acknowledgment, I'm sure I don't know; I felt just as if I had, till I awoke, and behold!
I had not. But, my dear, if my wits are somewhat wool-gathering and unsettled, my heart is as true as a star.
I love you, and have thought of you often.
This fall I have felt often sad, lonesome, both very unusual feelings with me in these busy days; but the breaking away from my old home, and leaving father and mother, and coming to a strange place affected me naturally.
In those sad hours my thoughts have often turned to George; I have thought with encouragement of his blessed state, and hoped that I should soon be there too. I have many warm and kind friends here, and have been treated with great attention and kindness.
Brunswick is a delightful residence, and if you come East next summer you must come to my new home.
George1 would delight to go a-fishing with the children, and see the ships, and sail in the sailboats, and all that.
Give Aunt Harriet's love to him, and tell him when he gets to be a painter to send me a picture.
The year 1850 is one memorable in the history of our nation as well as in the quiet household that we have followed in its pilgrimage from Cincinnati to Brunswick.