Letter from Charlotte to Samuel Cowles, 1838 July 3.

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    [on left side of fold]


    Mr. Samuel S. Cowles.


    Hartford.


    [along bottom of page, upside down: annotation by Samuel Cowles:


    Charlotte


    July 3, 1838]


    [on right side of fold]


    Farmington July 3, 1838


    half past eight P.M.


    My Dear Brother,


    I have been obliged to put up your clothes in a great hurry, as father says he is going so early that there would be no time in the morning—I do not know by what oversight is was that the two extra shirts I send you have been left at home so long. I am very sorry—I have got a sad story to tell you—a mildew story. Friday the clothes were put out to whiten, Saturday they were turned over, in perfectly good order. Monday the coat, the best bosom and one of the shirts were very badly mildewed. You know it was very damp and warm Sunday—We spread soap and salt on the spotted places, and succeeded in getting it entirely out of the bosom and most of it out of the shirt. The coat we had not time to do,



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    but will send it over as soon as we can. When you write next, will you please say how stiff you would like it. --This is a specimen of the things that are constantly happening to discourage the best housekeepers; how much more disheartening and vexatious they are to me; you may imagine. Oh if ever any body disliked housekeeping, in itself, more than I do, I am sorry for them. Not but that I take a good deal of pleasure in it, because it must be done here, and it is very dirty; but oh—as for enjoying it any more than from the conciousness of doing a duty, I never shall.


    Delightful news to you, to hear my complaints. I am trying to ride horseback a little, around the yard—I hope I shall ride well before you come home again—Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Twenty four hours from this time I expect to be tired out—out—out.


    What a scrawl! You know, though, how pleasant it is to sit down by a lamp in such an evening as this, when you have not got life enough to hold a pencil.


    Goodnight,


    Your sister


    Charlotte.


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