(YAY. No more 'some guy proposed marriage the day after he met me' letters.)
Kingston, July 5th, 18--,
My Dear...: -- If anything could compensate for your absence from me yesterday it is the charming, kind letter in which you poured out your thoughts so fervently. I have read, and read, and cried over it, till I begin to believe that there is even a degree of painfulness in feeling oneself beloved. We had, in all other respects, a delightful day. My friends here make so much of me, that I am afraid I shall be spoilt by over-indulgence. We were engaged in a pic-nic the whole of the afternoon, and came home heartily tired. This, however, did not prevent a great deal of music and singing in the evening, and it was .... o'clock before we parted. I have little news to convey to you-- indeed our letters are so frequent, that they almost anticipate events. I trust that you are getting on well with your Hartford work, and that the next Commemoration will see you a Bachelor of Arts instead of a sleeveless under-graduate.
My aunt, Mr. and Mrs. ...., and all here unite in their kindest regards, and with sincere gratitude for your constant tenderness and affectionn,
Last week I mentioned that October was gonna be all Songs I Heard in the Hairdressers Having Been Dragged There by My Mother When I Was Little and She Was Getting her 'Do Done. Now, the following I can't hear without thinking about sitting in the hairdressers:
'What Does It Take (to Win Your Love)' - Junior Walker and the All-Stars