54 Pinckney St., August 9th [1840]
Ownest Dove,
I have almost forgotten how to write letters—not having put pen to paper for that purpose (or any other, indeed) since my last to thee; but I cannot help writing thee a few lines, now when I had hoped to be listening to thy sweetest voice. Art thou much changed in this intervening time? Is thy hair grown gray? Art thou an old woman? Truly, it does appear very, very long to thy husband—an incomputable period. Belovedest, I had been out this forenoon; and when I returned, there was thy letter, lying on the threshold of my chamber-door. I had a presage1 of calamity2, as soon as I saw it. Had I known of this visit of thine aunt, I would have taken the opportunity to go to Salem, and so we would have had next Sunday to ourselves. Does thine aunt say that thou lookest in magnificent health?—and that thou art very beautiful? If she has not yet said so thou shouldst ask her opinion on that point.
Belovedest, even if thine aunt Curtis should 216 stay a week, do not thou incommode thy mother and sisters by trying to arrange a meeting. It is very painful to me to disturb and derange3 anybody in the world.
Thou dost not say whether thou art very well to-day—and whether thou art light of heart. I beseech4 thee never to write me even the shortest note, without giving me a glimpse of thyself in the very moment of writing;—and yet, I leave it all to thee, and withdraw this last petition. Thou knowest best what to write; for thou art an inspired little penwoman.
Thy husband is to measure salt at the end of Long Wharf5 tomorrow, and the next day, and probably the next, and the next. It is as desirable a place and employment as a Measurer can expect; so let thy visions of me be rather pleasurable than otherwise. I am in particularly good health; but my heart hungers for thee—nevertheless, I mean to be cheerful and content. Do thou be so likewise, little Dove—and naughty Sophie Hawthorne too. Now, good-bye. This is a very empty letter—at least, it would be so, if it had not an infinite love in it. God bless thee.
Miss Sophia A. Peabody,
No. 13 West street,
Boston.
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1 presage | |
n.预感,不祥感;v.预示 | |
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2 calamity | |
n.灾害,祸患,不幸事件 | |
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3 derange | |
v.使精神错乱 | |
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4 beseech | |
v.祈求,恳求 | |
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5 wharf | |
n.码头,停泊处 | |
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