Bookbag (0)
Search:
2001::01::01 in date [X]
UVA-LIB-Text in subject [X]
Modify Search | New Search
Results:  235 ItemsBrowse by Facet | Title | Author
Sorted by:  
Page: Prev  ...  6 7 8 9 10   ...  Next
Date
181Author:  Derby George Horatio 1823-1861Add
 Title:  The Squibob papers  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: “Dear Sir: — I am requested by a number of your brother officers, and other gentlemen, to solicit you to deliver the oration at the celebration of the approaching Fourth of July, at this post. “Dear Sir: — I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your very polite invitation to address a number of my brother officers, and other gentlemen, on the coming glorious anniversary, at Vancouver. Dear Cate, you know I luv you mor an any uther Girle in the World, and wat's the Reson you allways want Me to tell you so. I no you ar almost gitting tired of waiting for me; I no you luv me fit to brake your hart. I no we ort to git marid, but how kin we if we kant — sa! Wat's the use in thinkin bout it. I thort wen I sold mi mule that I wud have nough to pay the precher and by you nice goun. But I tried mi luk at poker and got strapt the fust nite. Cate, you never played poker — in korse not. Wel, it's a confounded mity nice game as long as you kin sit behind a smorl par; but when you kant get a par, the pot's gone. I luv you so much, Cate, that I allmost hav a notion to sel me 1 horse wagin and buck a nite or 2 at farow; but how kin I — sa! Mi whol wagin wudent fech more an fore or 5 good staks. ile go back to the mountings an work and dig and swet and do every thing I kin to get money to git marid. I ain't any ways gelus, Cate, but pleze don't hug and kiss and set on J—n B—s lapp any noor. you know he ain't worth shaks, he kant drink mor an 3 hornes 'thout gittin tite; I kin stand up under fiftey. You know I kin lick him 2, and hav dun it and kin do it agin. But I ain't a bit gelus, I no I out to marid long ago. leven years is rether long to kort a gal, but ile hav you yit Cate. Gentlemen, — At a large and respectable meeting held by your guests this evening, in the bar room of your exquisite hotel.
 Similar Items:  Find
182Author:  Duganne A. J. H. (Augustine Joseph Hickey) 1823-1884Add
 Title:  Bianca, or, The star of the valley  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: DUSK was deepening over the Alpine summits, and huge shadows stalked slowly downward, broadening gloomily through the valleys. All nature was sinking into the sealed quiet of a winter's night, only to be broken, during the long hours, by the rumbling thunders of shifting fields of snow in the passes and declivities of the mountains, or perchance the sudden rushing crash of an avalanchine slide of gathered ice, bearing terror and destruction to the slumbering villages below.
 Similar Items:  Find
183Author:  Duganne A. J. H. (Augustine Joseph Hickey) 1823-1884Add
 Title:  The Prince Corsair, or, The three brothers of Guzan  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Similar Items:  Find
184Author:  Duganne A. J. H. (Augustine Joseph Hickey) 1823-1884Add
 Title:  The tenant-house, or,, Embers from poverty's hearthstone  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: WHEN a stranger, under guidance and protection of police, or a home missionary, fearlessly breaking bread with outcasts, penetrates some gloomy court or narrow alley in the great Christian city of New York, he beholds destitution and squalor of most repulsive feature: he discovers tottering buildings crowded with sickly and depraved human beings; stalwart, malign-looking men, glancing furtively at every passer-by; brazen-browed women, with foul words upon their reeking lips; children of impure thoughts and actions, leering with wicked precocity. When he enters the wretched abiding-places of these unhappy people, he may find, amid associations of vice and uncleanness, many suffering and patient souls bearing earthly martyrdom with serene trust in their Heavenly Father, and plucking, even out of their “ugly and venomous” adversity, the “jewel” of immortal peace. Such struggling ones do not dwell long in the darkness and dolor of their probation; for the celestial ladders, let down from Mercy's throne, rest quite as often upon the black pavement of a tenant-court as amid the flowers that tesselate a palace garden; and up, unceasingly, on the shining rounds, glide disenthralled spirits of the poor and lowly watchers for their Lord. “Your letter was received yesterday, and I have spent the hours since in weeping and prayer. I have prayed for you, dear Charles! with my heart sobbing, well-nigh to break. O could I ever dream that you would leave me for another? But I must not chide you—God knows how I love you, dearest—I would lay down my life for you cheerfully, without a murmur. But it is a hard sacrifice you require of me—to give you up to another woman, Charles! when you have sworn to love no other one but your Margaret. You tell me you do not love the lady—that you will marry her only for your worldly prospeets! O Charles! I feel this is all wrong; but, alas! what dare I say to you? I am poor—without fortune but my deep love—God knows, I would resign a throne for your affection, if I were a queen, instead of a portionless girl. Charles! what was it that you said?—O Heaven! did I understand your meaning?—that your love for me would remain unchanged, and we should be happy after your marriage! After your marriage, Charles! Do you not know me better? Do you think I would consent to do wrong, even of my great love for you? No, Charles! after your marriage, we must never meet more! Beloved, bear with me—it is the last time I shall annoy you. You will wed the lady, Charles! Do not wrong her trust!— be kind to her when she becomes your—wife! make her happy! love her—and forget me! I shall not live a great while, dear Charles; for my heart will break, in thinking of the past, and of my hopes, all, all withered. Farewell, dearest! I submit to your wishes, but I must never see you after you are another's. Adieu, Charles!— for the last time, my Charles! God bless and protect you! Dear, dear Charles — husband!—I resign you. Farewell, forever! “My dearest Rebecca,”—so the note ran—“I am thinking of you by day, dreaming of you at night, adoring you always. I have much to tell you, sweet one, and must see you to-day. Fail not to meet me, at the usual hour, at our trysting-place, darling of my soul.
 Similar Items:  Find
185Author:  Smith Seba 1792-1868Add
 Title:  My thirty years out of the Senate  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: It will be seen by the date above that I wrote this little history of my life twenty odd years ago. It was the time the Boston folks published a little vollum of my first Letters, and the Life was writ to head the vollum with. But I've seen a great deal more of the world since then, and have writ a great many more Letters, and seen a great deal more of the workings of American Politicians. And they'll all have to come into my Thirty Years' View. But there'll be a kind of gap near the close of Gineral Jackson's time, and for awhile after, because a lot of my letters, written at that time, was lost in a fire some years afterward, and I don't suppose I can now find the papers they was published in. But I will bridge over the gap as well as I can, and there'll be a pretty long road to travel both sides of it. And this reminds me how strange the parallel runs between me and Colonel Benton; for he lost a lot of his letters and speeches and dockyments by fire, and had a good deal of a hard job to go over the ground again in getting up his work. But I and Colonel Benton are hard to beat. We generally go ahead, let what will stand in the way. Dear Cousin Ephraim:—I now take my pen in hand to let you know that I am well, hoping these few lines will find you enjoying the same blessing. When I come down to Portland I didn't think o' staying more than three or four days, if I could sell my load of ax handles, and mother's cheese, and cousin Nabby's bundle of footings; but when I got here I found Uncle Nat was gone a freighting down to Quoddy, and aunt Sally said as how I shouldn't stir a step home till he come back agin, which won't be this month. So here I am, loitering about this great town, as lazy as an ox. Ax handles don't fetch nothing; I couldn't hardly give 'em away. Tell Cousin Nabby I sold her footings for nine-pence a pair, and took it all in cotton cloth. Mother's cheese come to seven-and-sixpence; I got her half a pound of shushon, and two ounces of snuff, and the rest in sugar. When Uncle Nat comes home I shall put my ax handles aboard of him, and let him take 'em to Boston next time he goes; I saw a feller tother day, that told me they'd fetch a good price there. I've been here now a whole fortnight, and if I could tell ye one half I've seen, I guess you'd stare worse than if you'd seen a catamount. I've been to meeting, and to the museum, and to both Legislaters, the one they call the House, and the one they call the Sinnet. I spose Uncle Joshua is in a great hurry to hear something about these Legislaters; for you know he's always reading newspapers, and talking politics, when he can get anybody to talk with him. I've seen him when he had five tons of hay in the field well made, and a heavy shower coming up, stand two hours disputing with Squire W. about Adams and Jackson—one calling Adams a tory and a fed, and the other saying Jackson was a murderer and a fool; so they kept it up, till the rain began to pour down, and about spoilt all his hay. GRAND CAUCUS AT DOWNINGVILLE—THE LONG AGONY OVER, AND THE NOMINATION OUT. My Dear Old Friend:—I've jest got the Union, containing the broadside you fired at me, and I'm amazingly struck up, and my feelins is badly hurt, to see that you've got so bewildered that you seemingly don't know me. It's a melancholy sign when old folks get so bewildered that they mistake their oldest and best friends, one for t'other. Why, your head is turned right round. How could you say that I was “a fictitious Major Jack Downing?” and that my last letter to you was a “trashy forgery?” and that you would “strip the mask from me?” I feel bad now about writing my last letter to you, for I'm afraid you took it too hard. I beg of you now, my dear friend, to let all drop right where 'tis; leave Mr. Burke to do the burkin' and the fightin', and you go right out into the country and put yourself under the “cold-water cure” somewhere, and see if your head won't come right again. I “fictitious,” and you going to “strip the mask from me!” Why, my dear friend, if you could only be up here five minutes, and jest lift the mask off of my face one minute, you'd know me jest as easy as the little boy knew his daddy. Your head couldn't be so turned but what you'd know me; for you'd see then the very same old friend that stood by you and Gineral Jackson fifteen, sixteen, and eighteen years ago; the same old friend that coaxed up Gineral Jackson, and made him forgive you for calling him such hard names before he was elected. It's very ungrateful for you to forget me now— that is, if you was in your right mind. For I'm the same old friend, the same Jack Downing that was born and brought up in Downingville, away Down East, in the State of Maine, and that drove down to Portland in Jinnerwary, 1830, with a load of ax-handles and bean-poles, and found the Legislater in a dreadful snarl, all tied and tangled, and see-sawin' up and down a whole fortnight, and couldn't choose their officers. I found my ax-handles and bean-poles wouldn't sell, so I took to polytix, and went to writin' letters. The Legislater fout and fout all winter; but I kept writin', and at last I got 'em straitened out. I kept on writin' for a whole year, and got the polytix of Maine pretty well settled. Then I see Gineral Jackson was getting into trouble, and I footed it on to Washington to give him a lift. And you know I always stuck by him afterward as long as he lived. I helped him fight the battles with Biddle's monster bank till we killed it off. I helped him put down nullification, and showed exactly how it would work if it got the upper hand, in my letter about carrying the raft of logs across Sebago Pond, when Bill Johnson got mad and swore he'd have his log all to himself, and so he cut the lashings and paddled off on his log alone; and then his log begun to roll, and he couldn't keep it steady, and he got ducked head over heels half a dozen times, and come pesky near being drowned. And that wasn't all I did to keep off nullification and help put it down. I brought on my old company of Downingville malitia to Washington, under the command of Cousin Sargent Joel, and kept 'em there, with their guns all loaded, till the danger was over. And I used to go up top of the Congress House every day, and keep watch, and listen off toward South Carolina, so as to be ready, the first moment nullification bust up there, to order Sargent Joel to march and fire. The Gineral always said the spunk I showed was what cowed nullification down so quick, and he always felt very grateful to me for it. Well, I stuck by the Gineral all weathers; and I kept writin' letters from Washington to my old friend, the editor of the Portland Courier, and kept old Hickory's popularity alive among the people, and didn't let nobody meddle with his Administration to hurt it. Well, then, you know, the Gineral, in the summer of 1832, started off on his grand tower Down East, and I went with him. You remember, when we got to Philadelphy, the people swarmed round him so thick they almost smothered him to death; and the Gineral got so tired shakin' hands that he couldn't give another shake, and come pretty near faintin' away; and then I put my hand round under his arm, and shook for him half an hour longer, and so we made out to get through. I sent the whole account of it to my old friend of the Portland Courier. Well, then we jogged along to New York; and there, you remember, we come pesky near getting a ducking when the bridge broke down at Castle Garden. I sent the whole account of it to my old Portland friend. Well, the next day your “original” Major Downing published his first original letter in a New York paper, giving an account of the ducking at Castle Garden. Nobody couldn't dispute but this was the true, ginuine, “original” Downing document, although my “vile imitations” of it had been going on and published almost every week for two years. I say nobody couldn't dispute it, because 'twas proved by Scripture and poetry both. For the Bible says, “The first shall be last, and the last first;” and poetry says, “Coming events cast their shadows before.” So the shadows, the “vile imitations,” had been flying about the country for more than two years before the original event got along. I hope your head will get settled again, so that you can see through these things and understand 'em, and know me jest as you used to. I can't bear the idea of your not knowing me, and thinking I'm “fictitious.” My Dear Old Friend:—I'm alive yet, though I've been through showers of balls as thick as hailstones. I got your paper containing my letter that I wrote on the road to the war. The letters I wrote afterward, the guerrillas 12 and robbers are so thick, I think it's ten chances to one if you got 'em. Some of Gineral Scott's letters is missing just in the same way. Now we've got the city of Mexico annexed, I think the Postmaster-General ought to have a more regular line of stages running here, so our letters may go safe. I wish you would touch the President and Mr. Johnson up a little about this mail-stage business, so they may keep all the coach makers at work, and see that the farmers raise horses as fast as they can, for I don't think they have any idea how long the roads is this way, nor how fast we are gaining south. If we keep on annexin' as fast as we have done a year or two past, it wouldn't take much more than half a dozen years to get clear down to t'other end of South America, clear to Cape Horn, which would be a very good stopping place; for then, if our Government got into bad sledding in North America, and found themselves in a dilemma that hadn't no horn to suit 'em, they would have a horn in South America that they might hold on to. Dear Sir:—I've done my best, according to your directions, to get round Santa Anna, but it is all no use. He's as slippery as an eel, and has as many lives as a cat. Trist and I together can't hold him, and Scott and Taylor can't kill him off. We get fast hold of him with our diplomatics, but he slips through our fingers; and Scott and Taylor cuts his head off in every town where they can catch him, but he always comes to life in the next town, and shows as many heads as if he had never lost one. I had a long talk with him in the city, and pinned him right down to the bargain he made with you when you let him into Vera Cruz, and asked him “why he didn't stick to it.” He said he “did stick to it as far as circumstances rendered it prudent.” My Dear Old Friends:—Gineral Scott and I find a good deal of bother about getting our dispatches through to Vera Cruz, or else you'd hear from me oftener. I do think the President is too backward about clearing out this road from here to Vera Cruz, and keeping it open, and introducing the improvements into the country that we stand so much in need of here. He and Mr. Ritchie pretends to have constitutional scruples about it, and says the Constitution don't allow of internal improvements; and Mr. Ritchie says the resolutions of '98 is dead agin it, too; and, besides, Mr. Ritchie says these internal improvements is a Federal doctrine, and he'd always go agin 'em for that, if nothin' else. But 'tis strange to me the President hasn't never found out yet that where there's a will there's a way, Constitution or no Constitution. All he's got to do is, to call all these roads round here in Mexico “military roads,” and then he'd have the Constitution on his side, for everbody knows the Constitution allows him to make military roads. I know the President is very delicate about fringing on the Constitution, so I don't blame him so much for holding back about the internal improvements here in Mexico, though I don't think there's any other part of the United States where they are needed more. But there's no need of splitting hairs about the roads; military roads isn't internal improvements, and he's a right to make military roads as much as he pleases. And as them is jest the kind of roads we want here, and shall want for fifty years (for our armies will have to keep marching about the country for fifty years before they'll be able to tame these Mexicans, and turn 'em into Americans), it is confounded strange to me that the President is so behind-hand about this business. What's the use of our going on and annexin' away down South here, if he don't back us up and hold on to the slack? And there's no way to hold on to it but to keep these military roads open so our armies can go back and forth, and bring us in victuals, and powder, and shot, and money. Dear Colonel:—Things is getting along here as well as could be expected, considerin' the help we have, but we are all together too weak-handed to work to profit. If you want us to hurry along down South, we need a good deal more help and more money. It wouldn't be no use to give that three millions of dollars to Santa Anna now, for the people have got so out with him that he couldn't make peace if he had six millions. He's skulking about the country, and has as much as he can do to take care of himself. So I think you had better give up the notion about peace altogether, it 'll be such a hard thing to get, and send on the three millions here to help us along in our annexin'. It's dangerous standin' still in this annexin' business. It's like the old woman's soap—if it don't go ahead, it goes back. It would be a great help to us in the way of holdin' on to what we get, if you would carry out that plan of giving the Mexican land to settlers from the United States, as fast as we annex it. I've been very impatient to see your proclamation offering the land to settlers to come out here. You've no idea how much help it would be to us if we only had a plenty of our folks out here, so that as fast as we killed a Mexican, or drove him off from his farm, we could put an American right on to it. If we could only plant as we go, in this way, we should soon have a crop of settlers here that could hold on to the slack themselves, and leave the army free to go ahead, and keep on annexin'. I thought when I left Washington, you was agoing to put out such a proclamation right away. And I think you are putting it off a good deal too long, for we've got land and farms enough here now for two hundred thousand at least; and, if they would only come on fast enough, I think we could make room for twenty thousand a week for a year to come. But I'm afraid you're too delicate about doing your duty in this business; you are such a stickler for the Constitution. I'm afraid you're waiting for Congress to meet, so as to let them have a finger in the pie. But I wouldn't do it. From all I can hear, it looks as if the Whigs was coming into power; and if they should, it would be a terrible calamity, for they are too narrowminded and too much behind the age to understand the rights of this annexin' business, and it's ten chances to one if they don't contrive some way to put a stop to it. GREAT BATTLE IN THE COURT-MARTIAL. Dear Colonel:—I've been stumping it round all over the lot for two or three months, tight and tight, for our American friend, Gineral Cass, and as I s'pose you are very anxious and uneasy to know how it's coming out, I thought I would set down and make out a private report, and send it on to you by the telegraph wires, for they say they go like lightening, and give you some of the premonitory symptons, so that when the after-clap comes you may be a little prepared for it, and not feel so bad. As I said afore, I've been all round the lot, sometimes by the steamboats, and sometimes by the railroads, and sometimes by the telegraph, and when there wasn't no other WRITING BY TELEGRAPH. 688EAF. Page 310. In-line image. A man sits upon a telephone pole writing a telegraph on a piece of paper perched on top of his tophat. way to go, I footed it. And I'm satisfied the jig is up with us, and it's no use in my trying any longer; and Mr. Buchanan's speech was all throwed away, too. I'm very sure we shall get some of the States, but I'll be hanged if I can tell which ones. There an't a single State that I should dare to bet upon alone, but taking 'em all in the lump, I should still stick out strong for half a dozen at least. I see where all the difficulty is, as plain as day. You may depend upon it, we should elect Gineral Cass easy enough if it wasn't for Gineral Taylor; but he stands peskily in the way, jest as much as he stood in the way of the Mexicans at Bony Vista. As for Mr. Van Buren, if he stood agin us alone, we should tread him all to atoms; he couldn't make no headway at all, especially after we got the nomination at Baltimore. Jest between you and me, I don't think much of Mr. Van Buren now. I don't believe he ever was a Democrat. I think he only made believe all the time; and I'd bet two to one he's only making believe now. I wish the Old Gineral, dear Old Hickory, that's dead and gone, could be here now to have the handling of him for a little while; if he didn't bring him into the traces I wouldn't guess agin. Dear Gineral:—I'm afraid you've thought strange of it that I haint writ to you afore now, for so long time past; but I couldn't, I've been so busy cruising round among the fishermen down to New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia, and the Gulf of St. Lawrence, that I couldn't get no time to write, nor couldn't find no Post-Office to send it. Ye see, Gineral, I didn't accept your invitation to take a seat in your Cabinet, 'cause I'm one of them sort that can't bear setting a great deal. I can't stan' it without I'm up and knocking about pretty much every day; and I understood the Cabinet had to set nigh about half the time, so I told you I should a good deal rather have some foreign appointment, where I could stir myself. And you told me the foreign appointments was pretty much all spoken for, twenty times over, but you would give me a commission as Minister-Gineral, and I might go round and look after the interests of the country wherever I thought MAJOR DOWNING'S VISIT TO THE FISHING SMACKS. 688EAF. Illustration page. The Major is standing up in a rowboat, being addressed by a sailor who is standing on the deck of a larger fishing boat next to which the rowboat has drawn. The sailor points to the mast of the boat, and another sailor is bending over some ropes at the prow of the boat. In the background there are many more fishing boats. One bears an "S" on its mainsail. best. Now that was jest what I liked; you couldn't a gin me no appointment that would suit me better.
 Similar Items:  Find
186Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, 1861, June 23.  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: After receiving your very welcome letter last evening, I seal myself to comply with your request to write you. Your letter gave some very pleasant feelings and again it some feelings amounting almost to pain. because I thought there was a little considerable,, of flattery min- gled with it. Perhaps if you had been in the room when I read your letter, you might have seen me indulge a very little in that feminine weakness of blushing for indeed I was surprised. There is always some thing so disgusting to flattery in any form and especially when it from those that I wish to call by the endering name of friend that for the moment it creates within my heart a strange sensation that is hard to conquer I do not say this as a reproof. but that I may be understood. you may not have meant it for flattery but I took it as such, so if you value my friendship please do avoid flattery in every form towards me.
 Similar Items:  Find
187Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, 10 September 1861  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: Shall I offer an apology for writing none that I am at school no pen or ink and being likewise I should have written before and oftener, but that I to advice of my brother before corresponding regularly with you. You may thing me foolish in relying upon the advice of Hallie but I feel safe in for I that I am govorned by the noblest and bravest brother that a sister ever dare of
 Similar Items:  Find
188Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, 26 September 1861  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: After waiting long and anxiously I at last recieved your kind letter dated Sept. 16 Indeed I was surprised when I recieved it for I had almost dispaired the hope of hearing from you again. and having heard since you left Camp Dennison I thing that you must have felt somewhat relieved when you found yourself down the. You must have felt freed to some extent. I think that I should enjoy a ride on that , with it guarded by some of the gallant seventh. You spoke of your feelings during the fight of as being indescribable Perhaps they were similar to mine when I first heard of the fight Not knowing who were safe and who were not and also hearing that that idolized brother had passed into the cold hands of death you will not wonder that my feelings were sad and voluntarily turned to Charlie wondering if he too had entered that narrow void. It was then I again felt that strange sensation mingled with pity that I wrote you of when I first became acquainted with you I was then I really longed to hear from you but did not have the pleasure till last eve You wrote of sending a letter after recieving mine which I did not recieve Perhaps I will yet but do not think so Charlie I wish I could collect my scattered thoughts enough to write something worthy your perusal. but that seems impossible I wrote a letter to Hallie a few days ago including a few lines to you do you know whether he recieved it or not I sincerely hope you did. I read of the fight in which Col. Lowe fell. Noble man he died a cruel yet noble death It seems, when I realize the privations of. war, cruel for our (for our) brave youths to fall on the battle field with no kind friend to sooth and comfort them. But I would not sadden your thoughts. If you were here would we not have a nice ring? We miss Hal very much when we round the old while away the hours in music. He would never give us any peace till we would play and sing with him. Charlie I have a sweet little friend here in Mecca If it were not for her I would be very lonesome indeed. We are almost constantly together her name is Dora Leslie I wish you were acquainted with her. She is gentle and kind and still she is as perfect a piece of female vanity as I ever became acquainted with. [W or Sh]e attends the same school the same lesson and occupy the same seat. In fact some have intimated that our friendship was more for the sake of her brother and Hal than for each other (Ridicalous) If Hal knew who told me so he would laugh some. I saw Edwin Williams about two weeks ago. he said when I wrote to Hal to send word to Will. Braden that he was well and would like to see him. He wish very much to go to war again but does not health will permit him to do so. Charlie what a quiet day this is This morning it was warm and the sun was shining so beautifully but now hardly clouds have gathered together and completely obscured the sun. a slow drizzling rain is falling as if nature was shedding a few silent tears that the summer is ended and the cold winter is fast approaching. When the rain is falling in torrents I always turn my thoughts to the soldiers wondering when and how they are I do you if you will be obliged to camp out this winter Charlie you know not how many silent petitions have been sent to that high throne for your safety and darling Hallie's I sometimes wonder why life is so strange and why I am to this dull routine of life You may think that I have strange feelings indeed I have at times I know not for what I live. Do I do any good in the world? I fear not But what am I writing My thoughts have been way down south in Ole Virginny with Hal to day more than usual, and I scarcely know what I write Charlie are you fasting to day Dora to ask you she says tell him Addie and I are on green apples But I guess you will be tired when you have finished this nonsense give my love to Hallie and Please write soon and oblige me
 Similar Items:  Find
189Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, December 19th, 1861  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: I have returned from school but how should I answer your kind letter: If I should answer it as Irecievedit; it would be with bitter oh, such bitter tears. Should I tell you why I wept? No, dear Charlie I cannot now perhaps I never can, but be assured my reasons are resistless. Dear Charlie my spirit has striven to watch over and guard thee, and hourly & fervant prayers has risen to the throne of Grace for your safety. But that prayer was only as a true and loving sister would pray for a brother. I have striven aquired any other feeling save a sisterly love and Dear CharlieI if I have caused any other feeling to rise in your heart save the feeling of friendship I entreat of you to forgive me for I did it unintentionly. And if you cherish such feelings toward me Dear Charlie for my sake and for the sake of your future happiness quench them. Promise me that you will. Only remember me as a sister or a friend.
 Similar Items:  Find
190Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, 9 February 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: "Grays Ohio is deficient in paper mills" will be the first exclamation which passes Charlies's lips on the receival of this. I did notknow that I was sovery destitute of paper until I went to my desk and lo! sheet was to be found but I feel lonesome and thought I would resort to some remedy The best one I have know of, or the best one within my reach is this one. Your "good works" of the 26th & 28th arrived the same day, friday. It isalmost useless to tell you they were joyfully received for that would not expess onetenth part of my feelings.
 Similar Items:  Find
191Author:  Case, Adlaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, February 11th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: I guess you will not complain because I do not write often enough. for I have sent you a letter every"mail day" for a good while. But I go upon the principle that the oftener I write the oftener I recieve and therefore I shall write real often
 Similar Items:  Find
192Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, February 13th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: Art happy to night my darling: I trust you are, and comfortable too. It would seem almost impossible to be comfortable this cold night, but as I have been riding all the afternoon.and I feel the cold more for that. Dora and I went to Claridon1 tuesday and returned to day. We had a pleasant ride and also visit, but my thoughts would wander from my ride and even from the beautiful
 Similar Items:  Find
193Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, February 23rd, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: A welcome letter was there dearest brought by fridays's mail It had been long and earnestly looked for by anxious and, sometime tearful eyes, I could not refrain from thinking, pretty loud, Heart! welcome messenger of love, when it was handed, me I must tell you how or rather what a joyful disappointment, it produced
 Similar Items:  Find
194Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, Feb. 25th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: Again has my heart been gladdened by one of your "angel visits" how very interesting my letters must be. "Angel visits"! indeed, if mine are such to you, wonder what yours are to me. Well dear one, I am gratified if they interest you for I had thought myself incompetent.
 Similar Items:  Find
195Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, 12 March 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: I can wait no longer for a letter from you. but must continue to keep you my debter.. I must ask you dear one the same question which you asked me in the winter Have I offended you the reason that you do not write? Almost two weeks have fled since I recieved your last "angel visit.." Do you know how sad and lonely I feel when such a long time passes with out hearing from you? Darling, please write often.. I should love to recieve letters from you daily..
 Similar Items:  Find
196Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, April 20th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: Do not think dear one that I address you thus merely as a salutation for I feel that you are precious to me. The reason that I write the word "precious" as I do,, your apologies for addressing me by endearing names shall I say troubled me[;] I was surprised darling. almost pained when I read your letter I had not thought of confining myself to the rules of etiquette when writing to you. nor do I think I ought: I always speak as I feel and generally obey the dictations of my heart; Have I not done right? those that I loved I always have my own form of addressing them by irrespective of etiquette. I love to be called by pet names,, shall I tell you what Hal and papa used to call me: Hal's pet name for me was"Birdie" and father's (dont laugh now) was"Whip-stalk,," When a child I was very slender and quite tall, hence papa called me by that"tender" expression. I just asked father (he is here at aunties) if he remembers what he used to call me. He replied that he did,, but does not think I am much of a whip stalk now. that I am now more of a chub. Ha ha you say that not more than a week passes without writing to me. How strange! Last week I received two letters from you the first time I have received one from you oftener than in ten days and sometimes much longer for two months I guess. Charlie dear, would you have thought me doing right if I had engaged a school and gone on - commenced teaching &c, without speaking to you in regard to any future occupations? Truly you would not have wished me to. You say "you found the bitter with the sweet" while teaching. I have considered all this but is it not always so in life; and should I not teach because I will find perhaps a few unpleasant days? I think I shall love teaching.
 Similar Items:  Find
197Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, May 5, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: My "first day" in teaching has passed and here am I in my room at Mrs. Leslie's seated as quietly as you please giving my "soldier boy" the "perticelars" What a splendid landscape! I presume that even more beautiful are the scenes which you have witnessed within a year than are those on the banks of the little "Cuyahoga" but without any exceptions it is the lovliest place that I ever was in Oh! Charlie you must come home and draw a sketch of this romantic little place. Just as if I did not want you to come to see me. As I went to my"home"this morning. half a dozen little faces - although quite early - peeped out to get a sight of the new"school ma'am." What queer specimens of human nature! I could hard -ly keep back the laugh that made my side ache. (Bless me what language!) to hold [unclear] in. Some little fit of mischiviousness would seize hold of [unclear] one of them and they would turn to perform the act when lo! my eye would chance some how, to be looking right that way when oh! what a penitent reverential look the little fellow would cast at me . guess I couldn't give him a reprimand! Is not a school room the place to study human nature! I have some ladies as old as myself attending school. one Lillie Armstronglives in the same house with Mrs Leslie. I have a class in algebra. I am real glad that my scholars are so far advanced for they may learn me something. Dorasits here by me. she has just recd a letter from one of her friends Miss Anna Williams. Why could not I receive a letter from Charlie. By the way darling three weeks [unclear] ago next friday was the last "happy day" that I have had. for you know that I am not truly happy only while hearing from you I can not censure you for not writing oftener for I know how the"blockade" interferes with my happiness. I have been teasing Dora to write to you but she is afraid it will not be acceptable. Oh: Charlie write Laurareal often wont you my darling? She will be so lonesome now as Addie is not with her to drive off the blues. Charlie do you hear that noise? The frogs over in yonder millpond are having a regu -lar jubilee. I guess they dont know what fearful state our country is in. Oh: any thing but war. When men fight to quell a rebellion or to cease some awful wrong it is just but when they fight as some of the rebels seem to [unclear] only to kill it is horrible. What a strain of thoughts those disagreeable frogs have led me into. I will try to drive it away. I do not know of any news that has transpired in Mecca but that Jim Beebe has moved out of town strange to say he does not seem to be missed.
 Similar Items:  Find
198Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, May 6th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: With a thankful heart I recieved your precious letter tonight of the 28th? and cheer- fully devote myself to the pleasure of answering it. I wrote ou last eve informing you that I had commenced my school. You are mistaken, dear one, I shall always be "Addie" at least I hope that to you I shall. No difference if they do add the appel -lations of "Mistress," "Teacher" yet from under these coverings a strong semblance of Addie may be recognizable. Yes darling, you heard aright in your fanciful vision when you imagined hearing a chap- ter read from the Bible. I should not feel my-self worthy the name of teacher, if I could not open my school with a chapter from God's Holy Book. I also have my scholars learn a verse from some portion of the Bible, which they may choose and repeat just before the close of school.
 Similar Items:  Find
199Author:  Case, AdelaideAdd
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, May 27th, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: I can not wait till night before answering your darling letters. therefore will write a little this noon, although I am so happy that I can hardly contain my self. Yes darling you have entered manhood. and I trust a bright and happy future is before us. Many thoughts I cast toward Charlie on the 8th of May" Loving thoughts darling. I have a stronger claim on you now. have I not. for now you are truly a man. But what have you ever been to me but a true noble minded man. Yes darling you are right. Many many sighs and wishes"that Charley was here" has been wasted not only on the morning breeze but evening breeze, Charlie I must relate a little incident that occured last friday eve. The soldiers"Mite Society" of Claridon met at Mr. Armstrongs, and Iwent becoming tired of the noise and gossip in the house I rose and quickly went out of the room into Mr. Leslie's intending to seek Dora. She had gone out. and I went out in the cooling night air to refresh myself. I passed on a few rods from the house and strew myself down under an apple tree with the exclamation"I wish Charlie was here"Imme- diately this answer came from behind me."And what if Charlie were here," I sprang up with a cry of surprise (not mingled with fear) for I did not know but Charlie had really come. Upon looking round I saw a tall form standing there as quietly as you please. I know not what prompted me but I turned and flew into the house. Soon the gentleman came in (I knew it was the one although I had not seen his face) and was introduced as Mr Richardson, Upon being introduced to me he spoke, and said."Miss Case you did not wait for Charlie to come.",, "No. nor will I wait now" I replied and arose, deeply mortified and almost angry at the mans insolence and left the room, I did not again enter the room, until Dora came after me and would not return without me, Mr. R-- didnot not notice me again during the evening. for which I was thankful,,
 Similar Items:  Find
200Author:  Case, Adelaide E.Add
 Title:  Letter from Adelaide E. Case to Charles N. Tenney, July 6, 1862  
 Published:  2001 
 Subjects:  The Corinne Carr Nettleton Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-Text | UVA-LIB-Nettletoncivilwarletters 
 Description: Independence day has passed and I have not seen you yet but a darling letter came for me, and I must be contented with that. But you will wish to know where I am and why I am here, I am in Colebrook. Ohio on my way home. Would you believe that I could get turned out of school? Well I have a vacation for three weeks. during haying and the district wished me to close school during the haying season, Mr Marlow and lady (Mr. Leslie's son-in-law) was over the 4th and he (Mr Marlow) volunteered to carry Dora and I to Mecca, what could we do but close school. I did not wish to have a vacation as it will be so late in the fall before my school closes but found it necessary.
 Similar Items:  Find
Page: Prev  ...  6 7 8 9 10   ...  Next