Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857

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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857
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Distributor:Seward Family Digital Archive

Institution:University of Rochester

Repository:Rare Books and Special Collections

Date:1857-08-15

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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857

action: sent

sender: William Seward
Birth: 1801-05-16  Death: 1872-10-10

location: Quebec, Canada

receiver: Frances Seward
Birth: 1805-09-24  Death: 1865-06-21

location: Auburn, NY

transcription: sts 

revision: fdc 2019-12-13

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Editorial Note

This letter was originally enclosed in a letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Adeline Miller Seward, written August 14, 1857.
Saturday August 15th. 11 AM.
Head wind – bien fort,mauvaise temps. toutes choses derange. Madame
Birth: 1836-03-29 Death: 1919-05-02

Malade resterant sa lit. Breakfast trop tard – Le Capitaine
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out of sorts, reports the seaman as having stolen our bread – Voila Monsieur
cet homme qui manger votre pain. Ou nous sommes Mons Pilot
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I do not know. I guess tomorrow – When will we get to the Seven islands
Peut etre hier soir– Sa au nome de dieu! Le job est aise –
voila the disorders of a breakfast table
outside the wind blows and the ship turns itself into an organ. The
masts take up the recital and the horns spars and helm respond in
a mournful heart breaking litany – Fogs last night, followed by
rain – rain this morning by gale – which way is the wind. Tous se vont
straight ahead – There ends the log for this day.