|Title:||Stewart, Frances to Brown, Frances, 1858|
|Collection||Revisiting Our Forest Home_The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki]|
|Destination||Peterborough, Ontario, Canada|
|Transcript||: January 27|
To Frances Brown (Fan), [Peterborough, Ontario]
Thursday Jan'y 27
My dearest Fan
I think I must try to write to you today to thank you for your nice long
letter & that very pretty poem about the old man & his sleeping child, or
grandchild I mean, for of course it was one. I am glad you like Poetry &
have good taste so as to know the difference between really pretty poetry
& only rhymes for there are many pieces of poetry that are just rhymes,
without sense & no pretty ideas in them. You know those nice allusions
to flowers or other objects give so much beauty to Poetry. This is called
Metaphor. If you look for it in the Dictionary you can understand it better.
It is different from Allegory which is a story made from some imaginary
objects & is something like a sister or cousin to Metaphor. So you
see I am writing figuratively now & giving you so many long words that
you will be out of patience before you are half through this long letter.
1 am sorry I have [ ] poetry or anecdote to give you [today]. [ ] stupid
& tired & I cannot write decently my hand is so weak. I think it is the
change of weather that makes me feel so weak. You have so many friends
to write to that you must be kept pretty busy. I had a very nice letter from Edward last week. He is very good about writing. I think you had a pleasant surprise in seeing Lizzie the other day. I am glad she is going to Aunt Dunlop. I hope she will stay there a good while. I think it is dinnertime.
So I must shut up & say à Dieu ma chere grandfille, toujours à vous.