Dear Lucy:-
The Union is a thing of the past and I suppose that the Reception is. Although there were not so many gentlemen at the Union there was a goodly show of ladies. The entertainment consisted of a Piano Solo by Mrs. Sargent (alum?) a recitation entitled Paul Revere's Ride in which Miss Mabel Titterton and Miss Clara Aiken attired in quaker costumes, and with there [sic] backs to the audience look past. The next was the Battle of Blenheim. Miss Blodgett read it and seven ghosts delineated it. Then a banjo solo. and - finis.
Edna Dudley has had another daughter. She had named it Doris Elsie. I do not care for that combination. Do you?
We are invited to a silver wedding to-night. At Grange Hall. Mr. and Mrs. P.F. French are the happy (?) couple.
I went to see your mother last Saterday [sic]. She looks tired to death. Your aunt and I had a very deep discussion on flowers.
I send you a few clippings from the Gardner Daily which perhaps you will be interested to read.
I am going to join the Wellington Club. Friday afternoon is their first meeting. Mrs. Charles Lord is going to speak.
Cora Clasheen has completely shocked me. Just think, Lucy, she is going to have a baby and she hasn't been married but 5 months. Everybody in Gardner is talking about it, and she and her mother hid from everybody even there [sic] own relatives. Prehaps [sic] you heard that she forged a check for $48 at Glager & Houghton before she was married. It is a terrible affair anyhow. Papa leaves milk there and very very seldom he sees her and he says she guesses she will have an X-mas present already. I absolutely don't know what to make of it.
Another bit of news. Mary Riley is married. She was married last week in Gardner to Levi Goodwin. An absolutely good-for-nothing rake. She is to[o] good for him I think. They were married without Mr. & Mrs. Riley knowing anything about it.
Andrew went to Brooksvillage yesterday and he brought home a whole pail of butter-nuts. So at X-mas time we will probably do great chewings.
Thank you very much I shall certainly occupy your pen if I go to church.
I am in great doubts as to Harry Young sticking to anything. His bump of energy has never been fully developed.
O, yes, we celebrated the anniversary of our wedding by discussing it from all sides. Mr. S- would like to be married over again, but I think once in a life-time is sufficient for all purposes. Thank you very much for your wishes.
My better half is at present enjoying the pleasures and benefits of a cold. Mama dosed him with hot lemonade last night. So after falling asleep (both of us) I was awakened from dream-land by an awful whack on the side of my head. It proceeded to awake my connubial partner and inquired of him, if he thought my head was made from cast-iron. He said, "No,["] he guessed his elbow had hit my head when he was turning over, and then he coolly went to sleep without even offering to rub the bump.
Yes, I think we would enjoy the college to-gether. I hope you will like the cake receipt which I send. Prehaps [sic] you can get the cook at the college to try and make one[.]
I went down into the woods the other day with Andrew. He had to get some wood out. So I sat on a stump and looked around. I sat in one place half an hour and this is the list of live things I saw. 3 crows, 2 partridges, a chip-munk, a squirell [sic], two caterpillars, 1 worm, 3 beetles, 4 locusts, 8 common flies[,] 2 horse-flies and 1 bee. Wasn't that quite a list. I never supposed one could see so many things in such a short time.
Well, my tale is at an end. The curtain falls upon the last scene from the pen of your illustrious friend and well-wisher.
Edith N. Sargent
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