Letter from James Lyman on Thanksgiving and poetry
Title
Letter from James Lyman on Thanksgiving and poetry
Description
Letter from James Lyman, brother of Reverend Horace Lyman, to Marie, who was likely his sister Mary Frances. He writes from school, and discusses Thanksgiving and poetry.
Creator
Lyman, James
Is Part Of
Lyman Family Papers
Language
English
Identifier
PUA_MS31_42_s
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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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Walla Walla
Nov 28th
My Darling Marie,
This is Thanksgiving day and I have been [exercising] very thankfulness so far as. First I showed my thankfulness for a strong pair of legs by taking [on] eight [?] work, then for a good digestive apparatus by eating abundantly and lastly for the fact that I have the dearest sister in the world by [?]. This petition to the same. For, dark – eyed one you use [?] wrongfully in that you write no more. I sit alone in my castle. Some rhythmic snoring from those that sleep, no sounds checks the on word current of my thought.
The night rack rising slits from the mountain snows flits before the face of the moen, hit the [?] goddess smiles through the floating rail turning it to purest silver and her soft radiance creeps along the windows pains and glorifies even the nail head on the uncarpeted floor. O light, thrice blessed whether eye dazzling thou streamest from the volcanos and fire hurricanes of the sun or with flaming sword tempest down from the clouds of heaven amid the roar if celestial armies or soft as gossamer [there] from the moen, what were the wonders of the earth and the heavens ad not the almighty fashioned [thee] as the [?] in which to view his place?
Light first emanation from the [?] mind, first garment of the [?][?] last evidence of life, how would the imagination of [?][?] in the lose!
In the darkness what [?] shakes might people the [?], and [?] creeping with fetid breath to the crouching [metal] would unlock of the gates of the [?] and chain the timid soul in the [?] of [?]!!!
Ere this [reacher] you [Bub] will doubtless he in you [?]. It is impossible yet to say wheather it was wisest or not, but I think it will be for the best. I received fathers letter today in regard to S. staying here.
She is recovering as fast as we could expect, though I don’t feel confident that she will be able to do anything this winter unless with drawing class. Notwithstanding her disappointment in the school, I think her mind is in a healthier condition than last year and even if she goes home I think she will be really much better than there. I am feeling well and [?] I shall get along all right. It makes no difference anyway.
There is at last one interesting girl in school [?][?]. She looks like you.
Goodbye.
Nov 28th
My Darling Marie,
This is Thanksgiving day and I have been [exercising] very thankfulness so far as. First I showed my thankfulness for a strong pair of legs by taking [on] eight [?] work, then for a good digestive apparatus by eating abundantly and lastly for the fact that I have the dearest sister in the world by [?]. This petition to the same. For, dark – eyed one you use [?] wrongfully in that you write no more. I sit alone in my castle. Some rhythmic snoring from those that sleep, no sounds checks the on word current of my thought.
The night rack rising slits from the mountain snows flits before the face of the moen, hit the [?] goddess smiles through the floating rail turning it to purest silver and her soft radiance creeps along the windows pains and glorifies even the nail head on the uncarpeted floor. O light, thrice blessed whether eye dazzling thou streamest from the volcanos and fire hurricanes of the sun or with flaming sword tempest down from the clouds of heaven amid the roar if celestial armies or soft as gossamer [there] from the moen, what were the wonders of the earth and the heavens ad not the almighty fashioned [thee] as the [?] in which to view his place?
Light first emanation from the [?] mind, first garment of the [?][?] last evidence of life, how would the imagination of [?][?] in the lose!
In the darkness what [?] shakes might people the [?], and [?] creeping with fetid breath to the crouching [metal] would unlock of the gates of the [?] and chain the timid soul in the [?] of [?]!!!
Ere this [reacher] you [Bub] will doubtless he in you [?]. It is impossible yet to say wheather it was wisest or not, but I think it will be for the best. I received fathers letter today in regard to S. staying here.
She is recovering as fast as we could expect, though I don’t feel confident that she will be able to do anything this winter unless with drawing class. Notwithstanding her disappointment in the school, I think her mind is in a healthier condition than last year and even if she goes home I think she will be really much better than there. I am feeling well and [?] I shall get along all right. It makes no difference anyway.
There is at last one interesting girl in school [?][?]. She looks like you.
Goodbye.