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Title: Stewart, Frances to Beaufort, Louisa, 1861
CollectionRevisiting Our Forest Home, The immigrant letters of Frances Stewart [J. L. Aoki]
SenderStewart, Frances
Sender Genderfemale
Sender Occupationhousewife
Sender Religionunknown
OriginDouro Township, Newcsatle District, Upper Canada
RecipientBeaufort, Louisa
Recipient Genderfemale
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Word Count366
Transcript1861: August 6
To Louisa Beaufort, Ireland

Tuesday Night 12 oclock

6 Aug't 1861

My dearest Louisa

Though so late I must add a few lines to tell you a little incident which
took place lately. Kate who is passionately fond of flowers & gardening
took me one evening last month to a nursery near Peterboro to see the
varieties of Roses & Peonies &c all in bloom. So we walked and wandered
about to our hearts content & examined all the Fuschias & other plants in
the houses & were just coming away when the old gardener said, Oh Mrs.
Brown, come here & I will give you a nice flower that smells delightful. So
he took us to a little bushy shrub & plucked off some dark colored flowers
which certainly did smell "delightful" & I saw it was the old Pimento or
allspice tree you used to have at Collon & I had never seen one since those
dear old days. So I said I had not seen one of them for 50 years nearly!! & that I saw it in Ireland. And were you ever in Ireland? said he. I said yes, I had been. Did you ever know a place called Dundalk, said he? Oh yes,
said I, did you ever hear of a place called Collon for it was there I last saw the Allspice shrub. Well now, said the old money, sure, thats where I lived! & served my time in Lord Oriel's gardens under one John Rourke! Did
you ever hear of Lord Oriel? Oh yes, said I, I once knew him & have often
been in his gardens & have seen Rourke too. So the poor old man seemed
quite astonished that I had seen or heard of "John Rourke" and no doubt
I do remember him well & you may suppose how many old recollections
came to my mind from the poor old Allspice tree & old Rourke. But I
must go to bed. It has struck One & I am nearly blind. My pen is bad & my
hand painful from rheumatism but my heart love with you dear Louisa.
Your affect' old F. Stewart