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Thursday Evening - April 8th, 1888

Dear Julia
"Ceciliare" concert tonight - Beethoven's Mass in C. Annie Edwards has gone to hear it with Aunt Emily and Etta. Uncle Will expected [[?]] there if he would get away from that tedious jury business, which has caught him this month. The weather is rainy and sultry. Just think of Julie W going to Paris! She will go by the same ship that carries this letter. Wonders will never cease. she wrote a note to Aunt Emily, to ask if we had anything to send you. I wanted to send your two [[?]], but was overruled. 
The piano has just been tuned and the hammers scraped, and it sounds lovely. I thought to enjoy a little old time music while alone this evening. And would you believe it! Mother was so disturbed by the musical pathos that she actually knocked on the wall for me to go upstairs and unlace her boots - just to put a stop to me!! I was so taken aback - it was a quencher as you may believe. Poor me! How my pride and vanity is taken to pieces. I who am so used to be begged to play those very things and to feel that it is the greatest kindness I can do to my friends! The Sonata Pathetique was the climax of my offence and I have left it with only the first movement played. It makes me pathetic to think that I must not do that when Mother and I are left alone [[?]]. Such is life! Don't refer to this at all - Mother is quite worried about it as it is. Annie E misses you very here, but she has the comfort of your room which is something. It does look very [[?]] pretty too. She is just as delightful as [[?]], but somewhat older looking [[?]] after slow years and the last of three full of trouble. Her brother [[?]] has lost all his property, but as his children had something settled on them, they can live pretty comfortably.