Sunday afternoon
My dearest Sister, You will opine when you see
this letter that I am not coming to Canandaigua this
week without a formal announcement of the fact —
Henry writes that the time of his return is uncertain
that I must not let his movements interfere with my
arrangements but had better make my visit when it
is most convenient– I am at present in the hands of
a dentist who wel will not complete his operations on
my poor teeth until next Wednesday— he commenced
yesterday– I have no letter from you yet expressing
your wishes on the subject, and just at this time
there is no one to go with me. Augustus has an
examination to attend this week – Jennings has gone
to Albany– I do not know when he will return home
but that would be a good opportunity for me if he
does not stay away too long– I shall probably know
something about it this week– Jennings left here Wednesday
morning– Tuesday evening Clara and I went to see Mary
Ann Dill and her baby– the baby is a wee thing with

a very luxuriant head of hair– Mary ann was sitting
up with the babe on her lap she had been spending
the day with Amanda– Angeline was in another
room rocking her little girl to sleep– she is a
pretty sprightly little creature– Angeline is much
more sociable and agreeable than she used to be - they
made many enquiries about you– The next evening
I went to see Mrs Miller who is mourning Ann's absence
Isaac was there– has just returned from Michigan
is much pleased with Detroit but does not seem to have
fixed upon any place to settle– Maria made me promise
to come over in the morning and see her wax flower which
is in bloom– I went partly to see the flower and partly
to look at some tilts as I am about getting some
made for my oleanders– the wax flower was
very pretty and very curious– then I must enter
into a minute examination of all the other plants
ancient and modern, which occupied rather more time
than I could spend comfortably in the hot sun, so
I came home with the headache– Marthy spent the
afternoon with us– Maria went to Mrs Chadells

to meet Mrs Lucas and Mr Croswell – Mr Croswell has
finally succeeded in getting here with all his luggage
(part of which he lost on the way) but without a wife - the
wedding is deferred until Autumn - I have been to day to
hear him preach for the first time - his sermon was very
good and very appropriate but he is not Mr Lucas
or Mr Potter or many others whom I could name
his voice is defective and being a poet he introduced
rather too much poetry into his discourse to suit my
taste – I hope he will not always give us such long
sermons as I am not one of those who think there
cannot be too much of a good thing – I have no doubt
he will be very popular here for a time at least —
Mrs Pitney called Saturday bedecked in a very light silk
dress with a white hat and pink scarf - how ill light
silks do look to me particularly on ladies of a certain age
Mary and Kit have not returned from Washington yet - they
are to stop at Saratoga – You cannot tell how much I enjoy
the comparative quiet in which I am living here - the more -
probably that I am sensible it will not last long - the
frequent rains keep all about us delightfully verdant
the shorn trees are putting out new branches - my oleanders
are in bloom and the shrubs in the front yard are growing
very luxuriantly — I hear frequently from Henry

but his letters are necessarily very short - he tells me nothing particularly
new – The house is undergoing repairs and among the improvements
they have cut down that pretty Siberian crab which
shaded the dining room window on the east and put
a cistern there - it is the last place that any person
of taste would have selected about the house - I am
very thankful that I am not proprietor of the
domicil I should feel exceedingly indignant if I were —
Monday afternoon, I commenced this letter yesterday with the hope of
finishing it and sending it to the office last night - but Maria
went off and I could not dispose of Willie quietly until I went
to bed with him – Your boy is in Albany at least I judge so from
the superscription of my his letters being in his writing. Has his ladye love
gone to the Springs yet? – Clara and the boys send love – Your own
Sister —
Mrs Alvah Worden
Canandaigua
Auburn
N.Y.

[right Margin] If I do not write next Sunday you may expect me next week