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not mean that you were ill. Oh it is very dreary to be so far away and know so little about ones friends. I believe I am getting fairly homesick. I think with longing of the quiet of my own little corner in the country. I can hardly call it home for that can scarcely be, where there are none to share it. i have taken my passage back, by the "Britanic" August 3d, and shall hope to be settled in my own cottage by the Middle of August. Will you not come and see me? I suppose I shall have to take Maggie back, if she wants to come, for I see no other way of getting a girl. I have no right to hope for perfection in that department, more than others do. 

I look out from my window here, upon the sea, which this morning is a lovely pale green. Brit and English watering place has none of the freshness and charm of our own beautiful beaches. A wide well kept parade bordered with chairs and crowded with promenaders, a rough pebbly beach encumbered with boats and bathing machines, and the sounds of the waves drowned by bands & music, in place of our wide fair sands, and music of the breaking waves and solitude always within reach. But dawns are beautiful when one reaches them, great rolling hills, where the sky larks hold high holiday & when the gorse is swimming in patches of gold & dark green.