Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, May 14, 1859

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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, May 14, 1859
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Transcriber:spp:les

Distributor:Seward Family Digital Archive

Institution:University of Rochester

Repository:Rare Books and Special Collections

Date:1859-05-14

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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, May 14, 1859

action: sent

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

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

location: Auburn, NY

transcription: cnk 

revision: amr 2021-02-08

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Editorial Note

William Henry Seward’s series of travel letters in 1859 are organized and listed by the date of each entry.
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Saturday May 14. Noon.
We have just completed a week on ship board – with
the result of sixteen hundred and seventy seven miles
traversed, and a waste of fourteen hundred and
seventy three miles yet intervening between us and
our destination on the Coast of England – The register
records a similar confirmation. It has noted 100,000
revolutions of the wheel, and then without a moments
delay or the least impatience taken up the tally anew
and registered eleven thousand over that new account
yesterdays vigor has relaxed – and we now though
above latitude 47 are enjoying skies as balmy
as those of tropical climes. A gentle breeze fills
our sails and the barometer harmonizing with our
feelings and wishes still faithfully holds fast at
Set Fair –