Your ready kindness to me in the spring I felt very much; and
_why_ I did not have the sense to have sent you one line just by
way of acknowledgment, I'm sure I don't know; I felt just as if I had,
till I awoke, and behold! I had not. But, my dear, if my wits are
somewhat wool-gathering and unsettled, my heart is as true as a star.
I love you, and have thought of you often.
This fall I have felt often _sad_, lonesome, both very unusual
feelings with me in these busy days; but the breaking away from my old
home, and leaving father and mother, and coming to a strange place
affected me naturally. In those sad hours my thoughts have often
turned to George; I have thought with encouragement of his blessed
state, and hoped that I should soon be there too. I have many warm and
kind friends here, and have been treated with great attention and
kindness. Brunswick is a delightful residence, and if you come East
next summer you must come to my new home. George [Footnote: Her
brother George's only child.] would delight to go a-fishing with the
children, and see the ships, and sail in the sailboats, and all that.
Give Aunt Harriet's love to him, and tell him when he gets to be a
painter to send me a picture. Affectionately yours, H. STOWE.
The year 1850 is one memorable in the history of our nation as well as
in the quiet household that we have followed in its pilgrimage from
Cincinnati to Brunswick.
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