Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, January 8, 1831
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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, January 8, 1831
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Institution:University of Rochester
Repository:Rare Books and Special Collections
Date:1831-01-08
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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, January 8, 1831
action: sent
sender: William Seward
Birth: 1801-05-16
Death: 1872-10-10
location: Albany, NY
receiver: Frances Seward
Birth: 1805-09-24
Death: 1865-06-21
location: Auburn, NY
transcription: jds
revision: ekk 2015-09-08
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14.
Albany Jan’y 8th 1831.
My dear Frances. I sent you yesterday my
second letter, the State has furnished me
with two quires
paper, a dozen Holland quills, a pretty pearl
handled knife and why shouldn’t I write to
you every day. Then again the State very
generously pays me three dollarss a day.
I have gone at her call and she has
dismissed me for the day after a detention
of just twentyfive minutes.
This morning I have been for the principal part
of the time employed in doing up the errands
and commissions intrusted to me. The sun has
come gorgeously forth, the river is clear, the
country looks blue and inviting. There are
my friends, my home, my loved ones, my all.
Here I am alone, a stranger.
14.
Albany Jan’y 8th 1831.
My dear Frances. I sent you yesterday my
second letter, the State has furnished me
with two quires
Having been formerly; former •
of this beautiful pinkpaper, a dozen Holland quills, a pretty pearl
handled knife and why shouldn’t I write to
you every day. Then again the State very
generously pays me three dollarss a day.
I have gone at her call and she has
dismissed me for the day after a detention
of just twentyfive minutes.
This morning I have been for the principal part
of the time employed in doing up the errands
and commissions intrusted to me. The sun has
come gorgeously forth, the river is clear, the
country looks blue and inviting. There are
my friends, my home, my loved ones, my all.
Here I am alone, a stranger.