Letter from James Lyman on causing his brother to weep, music, and health
Next Day. 1881
I read you a short letter this morning, written last evening. I am so [?] sorry that I said what made you feel so badly. To think it was I that made you weep! And you were just back from you pleasant kuttke trip, where you had been having such a fine time. I did not know that I said what was so [?] of woe -[?]. I [?] to be [?]. I would lay my head on a cold [?] stone, and [?] it like a bagel nut if it would be any good. Why should we [?] those we love? Your precious tears are worth too much to [?] those helped one. I think I have been an idiot all the way around, I have not done much the past year but to distract you. It was not my heart that sinned but my head.
I suspect that you had better [?] the [?] now, foot it on the [?] and not [?]. I do not want you to think of my comfort at all. Do not consider my feelings any more than if I [?] a stick – which I am. So on with your work in the joy of your head. If at any time you should be nearing the end of your beloved work – Wilkinson about to go back on you – you might think then [?] we could do. Really I do [?] fine at all. I am well and [?] can walk ten miles a day and [?] like a notice. I am as happy and dreamy as ever, and who with a gains on [tears] of practical [?] in me still. I am [?] with your decisions. It would crowd us, it would be heard to [?] the others for our sakes. It might be [unpleasantfull] for you though I thought to have kitchen work to do. It may be that your hands, now [?] 23 [?], have lost much of their [?] so that you could not [?] the lost results. It might happen that you could not study more thou one year anyhow and be [?] to “presume” it for thou, so that the intuition and time and money so for as the music in [?], be little better thou [?]. Perhaps a musical career would after all be less adapted to you thou some other. [?], you could not, afford to give up the work you are was in, to learn music merely as an [entice], a reaction, an armament. There are all [?] to be considered, as Father would say. I felt bold and thought we could [drive] the [?] through, but something might have broken, once left us badly off. As I have [?] I again [?], that of [?] your good and welfare that I was thinking about. If you are happiness and life seems more full of opportunity to you to stay, stay by all means. You will do well anywhere. When i come i am going to make it [?] for you and all, I shall have one [?] way of [?] you. I shall read my productions to you. You willed the matter once, let it be settled if there be any of proving my love for you, let me know. [?] me a [boon]. I was very much delighted with reading your account of your trip. I am afraid you have about thought your head off, and I am the one to [?],[?][?][?]. Let it slide. Take care of your health at all hazards. You spoke vaguely about on [?] hope – that frightens me, at the [?]? You will not be [?] by the time I am back, will you? I wish I could lay my hand under your ears and make them softer. How about the [?][?]? the year is sliding in into late summer again, and the sun is making toward the equator. Let it slide. [?] is nearer.
I read you a short letter this morning, written last evening. I am so [?] sorry that I said what made you feel so badly. To think it was I that made you weep! And you were just back from you pleasant kuttke trip, where you had been having such a fine time. I did not know that I said what was so [?] of woe -[?]. I [?] to be [?]. I would lay my head on a cold [?] stone, and [?] it like a bagel nut if it would be any good. Why should we [?] those we love? Your precious tears are worth too much to [?] those helped one. I think I have been an idiot all the way around, I have not done much the past year but to distract you. It was not my heart that sinned but my head.
I suspect that you had better [?] the [?] now, foot it on the [?] and not [?]. I do not want you to think of my comfort at all. Do not consider my feelings any more than if I [?] a stick – which I am. So on with your work in the joy of your head. If at any time you should be nearing the end of your beloved work – Wilkinson about to go back on you – you might think then [?] we could do. Really I do [?] fine at all. I am well and [?] can walk ten miles a day and [?] like a notice. I am as happy and dreamy as ever, and who with a gains on [tears] of practical [?] in me still. I am [?] with your decisions. It would crowd us, it would be heard to [?] the others for our sakes. It might be [unpleasantfull] for you though I thought to have kitchen work to do. It may be that your hands, now [?] 23 [?], have lost much of their [?] so that you could not [?] the lost results. It might happen that you could not study more thou one year anyhow and be [?] to “presume” it for thou, so that the intuition and time and money so for as the music in [?], be little better thou [?]. Perhaps a musical career would after all be less adapted to you thou some other. [?], you could not, afford to give up the work you are was in, to learn music merely as an [entice], a reaction, an armament. There are all [?] to be considered, as Father would say. I felt bold and thought we could [drive] the [?] through, but something might have broken, once left us badly off. As I have [?] I again [?], that of [?] your good and welfare that I was thinking about. If you are happiness and life seems more full of opportunity to you to stay, stay by all means. You will do well anywhere. When i come i am going to make it [?] for you and all, I shall have one [?] way of [?] you. I shall read my productions to you. You willed the matter once, let it be settled if there be any of proving my love for you, let me know. [?] me a [boon]. I was very much delighted with reading your account of your trip. I am afraid you have about thought your head off, and I am the one to [?],[?][?][?]. Let it slide. Take care of your health at all hazards. You spoke vaguely about on [?] hope – that frightens me, at the [?]? You will not be [?] by the time I am back, will you? I wish I could lay my hand under your ears and make them softer. How about the [?][?]? the year is sliding in into late summer again, and the sun is making toward the equator. Let it slide. [?] is nearer.
- Title
- Letter from James Lyman on causing his brother to weep, music, and health
- Description
- Letter from James Lyman to his brother, Reverend Horace Lyman. He apologizes for making his brother cry, assures him that he is well, and discusses music and health.
- Creator
- Lyman, James
- Source
- Pacific University Archives
- Date
- 1881
- Is Part Of
- Lyman Family Papers
- Format
- Letter
- Language
- English
- Identifier
- PUA_MS31_42_h
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- http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/CNE/1.0/
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- Text
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https://exhibits.lib.pacificu.edu/files/original/cab74c414bf694f1a9af57a9eb632177.pdf -
Next Day. 1881<br/><br/>I read you a short letter this morning, written last evening. I am so [?] sorry that I said what made you feel so badly. To think it was I that made you weep! And you were just back from you pleasant kuttke trip, where you had been having such a fine time. I did not know that I said what was so [?] of woe -[?]. I [?] to be [?]. I would lay my head on a cold [?] stone, and [?] it like a bagel nut if it would be any good. Why should we [?] those we love? Your precious tears are worth too much to [?] those helped one. I think I have been an idiot all the way around, I have not done much the past year but to distract you. It was not my heart that sinned but my head. <br/><br/>I suspect that you had better [?] the [?] now, foot it on the [?] and not [?]. I do not want you to think of my comfort at all. Do not consider my feelings any more than if I [?] a stick – which I am. So on with your work in the joy of your head. If at any time you should be nearing the end of your beloved work – Wilkinson about to go back on you – you might think then [?] we could do. Really I do [?] fine at all. I am well and [?] can walk ten miles a day and [?] like a notice. I am as happy and dreamy as ever, and who with a gains on [tears] of practical [?] in me still. I am [?] with your decisions. It would crowd us, it would be heard to [?] the others for our sakes. It might be [unpleasantfull] for you though I thought to have kitchen work to do. It may be that your hands, now [?] 23 [?], have lost much of their [?] so that you could not [?] the lost results. It might happen that you could not study more thou one year anyhow and be [?] to “presume” it for thou, so that the intuition and time and money so for as the music in [?], be little better thou [?]. Perhaps a musical career would after all be less adapted to you thou some other. [?], you could not, afford to give up the work you are was in, to learn music merely as an [entice], a reaction, an armament. There are all [?] to be considered, as Father would say. I felt bold and thought we could [drive] the [?] through, but something might have broken, once left us badly off. As I have [?] I again [?], that of [?] your good and welfare that I was thinking about. If you are happiness and life seems more full of opportunity to you to stay, stay by all means. You will do well anywhere. When i come i am going to make it [?] for you and all, I shall have one [?] way of [?] you. I shall read my productions to you. You willed the matter once, let it be settled if there be any of proving my love for you, let me know. [?] me a [boon]. I was very much delighted with reading your account of your trip. I am afraid you have about thought your head off, and I am the one to [?],[?][?][?]. Let it slide. Take care of your health at all hazards. You spoke vaguely about on [?] hope – that frightens me, at the [?]? You will not be [?] by the time I am back, will you? I wish I could lay my hand under your ears and make them softer. How about the [?][?]? the year is sliding in into late summer again, and the sun is making toward the equator. Let it slide. [?] is nearer.