Letter from James Lyman on causing his brother to weep, music, and health
Title
Letter from James Lyman on causing his brother to weep, music, and health
Description
Letter from James Lyman to his brother, Reverend Horace Lyman. He apologizes for making his brother cry, assures him that he is well, and discusses music and health.
Creator
Lyman, James
Is Part Of
Lyman Family Papers
Language
English
Identifier
PUA_MS31_42_h
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http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/CNE/1.0/
Source
Pacific University Archives
Format
Letter
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Text
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Next Day. 1881
I read you a short letter this morning, written last evening. I am so [?] sorry that I said what made you feel so badly. To think it was I that made you weep! And you were just back from you pleasant kuttke trip, where you had been having such a fine time. I did not know that I said what was so [?] of woe -[?]. I [?] to be [?]. I would lay my head on a cold [?] stone, and [?] it like a bagel nut if it would be any good. Why should we [?] those we love? Your precious tears are worth too much to [?] those helped one. I think I have been an idiot all the way around, I have not done much the past year but to distract you. It was not my heart that sinned but my head.
I suspect that you had better [?] the [?] now, foot it on the [?] and not [?]. I do not want you to think of my comfort at all. Do not consider my feelings any more than if I [?] a stick – which I am. So on with your work in the joy of your head. If at any time you should be nearing the end of your beloved work – Wilkinson about to go back on you – you might think then [?] we could do. Really I do [?] fine at all. I am well and [?] can walk ten miles a day and [?] like a notice. I am as happy and dreamy as ever, and who with a gains on [tears] of practical [?] in me still. I am [?] with your decisions. It would crowd us, it would be heard to [?] the others for our sakes. It might be [unpleasantfull] for you though I thought to have kitchen work to do. It may be that your hands, now [?] 23 [?], have lost much of their [?] so that you could not [?] the lost results. It might happen that you could not study more thou one year anyhow and be [?] to “presume” it for thou, so that the intuition and time and money so for as the music in [?], be little better thou [?]. Perhaps a musical career would after all be less adapted to you thou some other. [?], you could not, afford to give up the work you are was in, to learn music merely as an [entice], a reaction, an armament. There are all [?] to be considered, as Father would say. I felt bold and thought we could [drive] the [?] through, but something might have broken, once left us badly off. As I have [?] I again [?], that of [?] your good and welfare that I was thinking about. If you are happiness and life seems more full of opportunity to you to stay, stay by all means. You will do well anywhere. When i come i am going to make it [?] for you and all, I shall have one [?] way of [?] you. I shall read my productions to you. You willed the matter once, let it be settled if there be any of proving my love for you, let me know. [?] me a [boon]. I was very much delighted with reading your account of your trip. I am afraid you have about thought your head off, and I am the one to [?],[?][?][?]. Let it slide. Take care of your health at all hazards. You spoke vaguely about on [?] hope – that frightens me, at the [?]? You will not be [?] by the time I am back, will you? I wish I could lay my hand under your ears and make them softer. How about the [?][?]? the year is sliding in into late summer again, and the sun is making toward the equator. Let it slide. [?] is nearer.
I read you a short letter this morning, written last evening. I am so [?] sorry that I said what made you feel so badly. To think it was I that made you weep! And you were just back from you pleasant kuttke trip, where you had been having such a fine time. I did not know that I said what was so [?] of woe -[?]. I [?] to be [?]. I would lay my head on a cold [?] stone, and [?] it like a bagel nut if it would be any good. Why should we [?] those we love? Your precious tears are worth too much to [?] those helped one. I think I have been an idiot all the way around, I have not done much the past year but to distract you. It was not my heart that sinned but my head.
I suspect that you had better [?] the [?] now, foot it on the [?] and not [?]. I do not want you to think of my comfort at all. Do not consider my feelings any more than if I [?] a stick – which I am. So on with your work in the joy of your head. If at any time you should be nearing the end of your beloved work – Wilkinson about to go back on you – you might think then [?] we could do. Really I do [?] fine at all. I am well and [?] can walk ten miles a day and [?] like a notice. I am as happy and dreamy as ever, and who with a gains on [tears] of practical [?] in me still. I am [?] with your decisions. It would crowd us, it would be heard to [?] the others for our sakes. It might be [unpleasantfull] for you though I thought to have kitchen work to do. It may be that your hands, now [?] 23 [?], have lost much of their [?] so that you could not [?] the lost results. It might happen that you could not study more thou one year anyhow and be [?] to “presume” it for thou, so that the intuition and time and money so for as the music in [?], be little better thou [?]. Perhaps a musical career would after all be less adapted to you thou some other. [?], you could not, afford to give up the work you are was in, to learn music merely as an [entice], a reaction, an armament. There are all [?] to be considered, as Father would say. I felt bold and thought we could [drive] the [?] through, but something might have broken, once left us badly off. As I have [?] I again [?], that of [?] your good and welfare that I was thinking about. If you are happiness and life seems more full of opportunity to you to stay, stay by all means. You will do well anywhere. When i come i am going to make it [?] for you and all, I shall have one [?] way of [?] you. I shall read my productions to you. You willed the matter once, let it be settled if there be any of proving my love for you, let me know. [?] me a [boon]. I was very much delighted with reading your account of your trip. I am afraid you have about thought your head off, and I am the one to [?],[?][?][?]. Let it slide. Take care of your health at all hazards. You spoke vaguely about on [?] hope – that frightens me, at the [?]? You will not be [?] by the time I am back, will you? I wish I could lay my hand under your ears and make them softer. How about the [?][?]? the year is sliding in into late summer again, and the sun is making toward the equator. Let it slide. [?] is nearer.