Dear Phillip,
Your Birth-day and Thanksgiving have passed, and you were sure you were not forgotten by your Emma, and she, too, was confident that you remembered her. Do you really think, Phillip, that your “Love” give herself “only a few moment rime to think of you, undisturbed”? Wouldn’t you rather have her say that she did not go to exhibition and that she was far happier at home, thinking of you, and praying for you that she could have been any where else. I will not boast of confining myself at home on your account, Phillip, for I do not do it, but I would, if I thought you wished it, but you do not. You have repeatedly said it- I know it to be true, Dear Phillip, that the more I see of the world the better I love you,-and I will not willingly omit what you request me to do. The exhibition began quarter before six, I went in the afternoon,-Page came with Julia for me-They also both came in the evening and Julia urged me very much to go. I have as my excuse that I was not well, (which was in reality, true). Very soon they left me, and ten minutes before six I was free and could think of my Dear Phillip, “undisturbed”. I played “days of absence” till about ten minutes passed six, and then played other songs-“Auld Lang Syne”,-“Chips Forles Farewell”- Many Morison. Le Le-Life after seven. If you had seen me, Phillip, you would have believed that I felt as deeply-and regretted as sincerely as the one who wrote it, That “Him I loved was far away”. At six I felt that I knew exactly where you were. But long before seven you were lost to me. I could then only think of you as being-perhaps, in the music Room,-perhaps, in your keeping room or it might be, going across the road to your store.-But it was a happiness I have never before known when separated from you,-To know where you were even for a few moments,-those few moments I prized, and all I could complain of was they were too soon gone. You thought of me, then, as being at-the court-house. Did you really believe I was there Phillip?-I guess you thought I should write-that- I was not-But it was very kind in you to give me a chance to go.