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Env. p'm'd':6
Paris 6./29 MAI 69 R. Bonaparte
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Addressed: Rev. 2. Warner
Westminster Depot
Mass.
U-S. America

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(Orig. in poss. of Aunt. F.)
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 Paris May 29th. 1869

Dear ones at home,

I presume you will recieve my letter from London in a few days but as it was brief I not having time to give you any particulars of my journey I will try and give you some of them now as it may interest you a little. My trip over the ocean, my first view of foreign lands, my few days tarry in London, and my arrival at Paris are quite little epochs in my own history and will [strikethrough]] long [[/strikethrough]] long be remembered. I sailed from New York at two oclock on the 6th of this month. Aunt Libbie and Fannie with some other friends were on board the steamer just before she sailed. Then the freight and the last piece of baggage was safely stored away in the hold the word was given "all ashore" and every one on board not intending to sail scampered for shore and in a few minutes the "Palmyra" moved majestically out of the dock the people on shore and their friends on board kept up an incessant waving of handkerchiefs till the steamer carried them from each other's sight and then the crying and wailing commenced. It was perfectly frightfull [[frightful]]. I went up on the quarter deck and sat down on a coil of rope and felt halfway inclined to do as the rest did but concluded I wouldn't as they were doing well enough without any of my help. There was crying and wringing of hands enough to send two or three regiments to the war. In a few hours we were away out on the broad ocean with no land to gaze upon scudding along over the blue wwater [[water]] further and further away. It soon grew dark and then bed time came and I stowed myself away in my bunk with my face close to one of the round port windows in the side of the vessel and gazed out to the dark waves and could not sleep. I arrose [[arose]] in the morning refreshed with but little sleep as I [[striketrhough]] ha [[/strikethrough]] had been used to laying still when I slept and not having the privilege on board a ship I was not at ease. In the morning I went on deck early and found plenty of people mostly women leaning against the bulwarks heaving &

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