From Jerome to Allie, January 25, 1856
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Title
From Jerome to Allie, January 25, 1856
Subject
Peirce, Jerome
Allie
Charlestwon, MA.
Description
From Jerome to Allie
Creator
Jerome Peirce
Source
Jerome Peirce Collection, National Park Service
Publisher
HIST 428 (Spring 2020), University of Mary Washington
Date
1856-01-25
Contributor
NPS, Civil War Study Group, Paul and Louise Marahrens (Transcribers)
Rights
For educational purposes with no commercial use. Courtesy of National Park Service, Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania NMP, FRSP 16095-16102 (FRSP-00904).
Language
English
Type
Text
Identifier
Letter #232
Coverage
Charlestown, MA.
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Charlestown Jan 25, 1856
My dearest friend,
Agreeably to my promise and from a yearning to be with you in the only way that remains, I pen you a few lines in hopes they will find you safely within that beloved circle your description of which so delighted me and wither my thoughts have followed from the moment of our parting.
How shall I express to you the thoughts which thronged my mind, as, in the stillness which my occupation affords, I pondered over the events of the past few days? They seemed to lend new interest to the past, and caused me to think upon the thousand delights, friendships and blessings which have been scattered in the path of my young life. I felt a thanksgiving to the beneficent disposer of events who has thus blessed me - and finally I have been conducted not by an unseen hand to her - whose young affections, with all the delightful associations which in the course of the same good Providence may be permitted to follow - it will be my first and last endeavor to prove worthy of. How true is that verse from the hymn
“In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see.
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.”
Such has been some of my day-dreaming, dreaming surely it seems, and very welcome will be the next token from you, that reassures me that it is a reality - the solemnity of which I feel most deeply. Enough of this.
How did you reach home, in the severe cold and how did you find all the dear ones there? You hardly know how much your account interested me and, of course, you will have much to say. But I must close for I wish to post it in the Office tonight, hoping you will receive it tomorrow.
I dare say I shall mis-spell your first name as I never saw it in print - the way you pronounce it but you will pardon and correct, and believe me ever,
Your affectionate and devoted friend,
Jerome Peirce
My dearest friend,
Agreeably to my promise and from a yearning to be with you in the only way that remains, I pen you a few lines in hopes they will find you safely within that beloved circle your description of which so delighted me and wither my thoughts have followed from the moment of our parting.
How shall I express to you the thoughts which thronged my mind, as, in the stillness which my occupation affords, I pondered over the events of the past few days? They seemed to lend new interest to the past, and caused me to think upon the thousand delights, friendships and blessings which have been scattered in the path of my young life. I felt a thanksgiving to the beneficent disposer of events who has thus blessed me - and finally I have been conducted not by an unseen hand to her - whose young affections, with all the delightful associations which in the course of the same good Providence may be permitted to follow - it will be my first and last endeavor to prove worthy of. How true is that verse from the hymn
“In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see.
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.”
Such has been some of my day-dreaming, dreaming surely it seems, and very welcome will be the next token from you, that reassures me that it is a reality - the solemnity of which I feel most deeply. Enough of this.
How did you reach home, in the severe cold and how did you find all the dear ones there? You hardly know how much your account interested me and, of course, you will have much to say. But I must close for I wish to post it in the Office tonight, hoping you will receive it tomorrow.
I dare say I shall mis-spell your first name as I never saw it in print - the way you pronounce it but you will pardon and correct, and believe me ever,
Your affectionate and devoted friend,
Jerome Peirce
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Reference
Jerome Peirce 1856, From Jerome to Allie, January 25, 1856, HIST 428 (Spring 2020), University of Mary Washington
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