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Rome October 20th 1862
Monday Morning
Dear Nina,
It has turned so cold that I reckon you
are wishing I would send you the piece of silk to
line your cloak, so thought I am finished for time this
morning I must try to do so. I am now waiting for
my breakfast, the cook having just come out of a
spell of typhoid fever is rather slow in her motions.
Let me know whether this piece I send is enough, or how large
a piece I can put in. I have been expecting a letter
from you ever since I got home but have gotten
none. I wrote Sis an account of my journey here
and asked her to send the letter to you so I suppose you
have seen it. Ma sent me in her letter a letter from Aunt
Mary [Adin?] in which she begs we will do what we can
to get situations for I think Madge and Ellen, Mary will
teach William [Beverley's?] children. She always writes Mary
and Marg so much alike that it is hard to [?] certainly which
she means. I mentioned it to cousin Mary [Castleman?] yester
day. Mr. Atkinson wants a teacher, but he wants one for a bright
intelligent girl of 14 well advanced in english, french and min
[?], and I doubt whether either Madge or Ellen would suit
though I reckon Mary might. Perhaps Sister could get them
the situation at Mr. [Gorby's?]. I know of no one who wants
our [?]. I intended writing to you on Saturday, but our con
vocation began Saturday morning and we have so far to go
that it took the whole day, we did not get home until
after sundown. We had two very good sermons from Mr.
Baird, a young minister of considerable promise, but very
handsome, and endowed with a very comfortable opin
ion of himself, and rather pedantic, if the young people
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don't spoil him he will make a good, and useful minister.
He staid all night here Wednesday night on his way to
Laurenceville where the convocation began on Thursday.
Saturday we had no minister but Mr. Baird, and I felt sorry
for Mr. Castleman, he seemed so put-out. Mr. B had to
return that evening to his own church, and poor Mr.
C was left with the prospect of being obliged to do all
the preaching himself on Sunday, but after he got al
most half through the service in the morning Mr.
Tisdale came just in time to baptize his little baby,
and to preach morning and evening. I don't like all day
preaching particularly two days. I don't know when
I was so tired, as I was last night.