| Title: | Stewart, Frances to Stewart, Frances, 1872 |
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| ID | 4807 |
| Collection | Revisiting Our Forest Home, The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki] |
| File | stewart/89 |
| Year | 1872 |
| Sender | Stewart, Frances |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | housewife |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Douro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada |
| Destination | Peterborough, Ontario, Canada |
| Recipient | Stewart, Frances |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | grandmother-granddaughter |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 756 |
| Genre | family life, faith |
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| Transcript | 1872: January 10 To Frances Brown (Fan), [Peterborough, Ontario] 10Jan'y l872 My dearest Fanny I have often intended to write you and Jessie to thank you for your nice Christmas presents. Indeed I feel vexed & ashamed at not having done so much sooner for I have often looked at both the pretty edgings and your nice box which you sent the chrochet pieces in, all so very neat & nicely done & I hope to have it all sewn on my new chemises very soon as I have had one chemise half made for a long time which I must soon finish as my old ones are going to stripes. They split up the back & sides every time I wear them. So as the days grow longer I hope to be more alive & get more done if I do not get sick. I am so afraid of getting sick. This is the time of year I generally get one of my bad colds & I think if I get one now it would be sad trouble to everybody for all seem to have plenty to do but we must be thankful that when we hear of so much sickness & deaths in so many families we are all kept so well in both houses. I hope it may long continue so & that soon we shall all get more settled. So in the meantime we must try & trust in God to guide us all in the right way and leave all our cares in His hands — Psalm xxxvii — 5, and all will be right. I must now go to tea so goodbye for this time. Sunday— 14th Jan'y 1872 Do you know, my own dear Fan that I don't think I have written to you this year! Or since before Christmas! I seem to have just awakened from a long dream. Everything & every body seems so unsettled and uncomfortable since Christmas day which could not be called a happy one though we all seemed merry enough in the evening when the games were going on. But dear child, tho' we cannot help feeling all this very much yet we must feel sure that all is guided by a loving Father who knows best what we require and who will never send us more than He will enable us to bear if we only "trust in Him" and pray to Him to enable us to bear all and submit to all in the full assurance that "He holds the Helm" and guides the storm. And when He sees it right He can say "Peace be still" & give us peace or else strength to bear it all. Every event of our lives if laid out for us from before we are born till we cease to breath & He knows the end, before we can see the beginning! But we may pray to Him to guide us and to lead us and show us our way, through the thorns and tangles that seem so thick & painful but which (when passed) we can look back upon and trace His goodness and mercy to us. And sometimes He lets us see why He sent these trials and when they cause us to look into our own hearts perhaps we may find something wrong which He took this way of removing. Well dear Fan I have just been writing the thoughts that often pass through my mind and they seem often to put every other subject out of their way but today they came down on this piece of paper & I hope you are not tired of it but being Sunday it seems more suitable than any nonsense would be. I wonder if you are writing to me today. I hope you are. I want to know so much about you but some way I have not seen you much lately & one day that you came up to see me (I believe it was last Sunday) I was asleep & so missed that pleasure which I was very sorry for. Sunday evening 8 oclock — Just when I had written so far this morning they all came home from church and then dinner came and then I grew lazy & put off finishing this & now they have been trying to sing but did not get on well. Poor Aunt Bee did her best but Stewart did not care to sing much & there was no other singers but Harriet & Dunbar ... |
