Letter from James Lyman on his sister's busy schedule, loneliness, and teaching
Sunday, the 15th
“You have been real good about writing so far” aha you little patty, is that you? I see you now. It is a morning in June. The air is a little smoky, and the sun is becoming warm. We are in the buggy, we three S, John and I and we are rolling [?] [?] slowly along over the hill [Lusignot’s] lake word from Mr. Purdin. Bess is going rather slowly for we are [?] and interested. We are discussing Gen. Howards BA sermon. The noise of the waves that came to the strand telling the secret of the “mighty waters rolling [everman?]” is in our ears.
I am doing better than you are, I am afraid, in the matter of writing. But yet not better. You are busy. You and the mistress of the manse and feel a little worried lest the affairs of the household will not run smoothly. Do you feel lonesome any? I would take kind of a wicked joy in It if you do. You have your hands full. I like an unburied ghost, lingering around the short of the stix unable to make my weak moen heard, and why to drop fragments off of the cranial plates. Whenever I feel lonesome have only one consolation i.e drop fragments. When I write I feel nearer hom, just perhaps as when people pray they feel nearer heaven. You must not imagine however that I am very fearfully lonesome. That is not the case. I am enjoying myself. I think that in a week more I shall be very much interested in my school work. I intend to bend all energies on it. Make myself and my scholars toe the mark. You, W, knew how easy it is to let a little matter go; it seems so much trouble to speak every time a scholar don’t do just right. I shall have to conquer this vein of weakness. I have heard you say that you had exhausted the same thing in your management. Friday I rose above it; in one case at least. In geomentry I said to have the books closed, Mr. Gase, went to the board and kept his open. I remarked that when I said I wished to have the books closed, I wished to have the books closed. I then requested him to take his seat. He took this sear and afterward fellow apologized. He is a pretty good fellow and evidently meant nothing wrong. But I established a point: a small one. If one really gets himself used to making all obey and gets them used to it all will be well.
“Dinner’ – Smith
“Yes” Lyman
They had a good dinner, oysters, baked beef, potatoes, tomatoes, with bread, pie, [grapes] etc.
“You have been real good about writing so far” aha you little patty, is that you? I see you now. It is a morning in June. The air is a little smoky, and the sun is becoming warm. We are in the buggy, we three S, John and I and we are rolling [?] [?] slowly along over the hill [Lusignot’s] lake word from Mr. Purdin. Bess is going rather slowly for we are [?] and interested. We are discussing Gen. Howards BA sermon. The noise of the waves that came to the strand telling the secret of the “mighty waters rolling [everman?]” is in our ears.
I am doing better than you are, I am afraid, in the matter of writing. But yet not better. You are busy. You and the mistress of the manse and feel a little worried lest the affairs of the household will not run smoothly. Do you feel lonesome any? I would take kind of a wicked joy in It if you do. You have your hands full. I like an unburied ghost, lingering around the short of the stix unable to make my weak moen heard, and why to drop fragments off of the cranial plates. Whenever I feel lonesome have only one consolation i.e drop fragments. When I write I feel nearer hom, just perhaps as when people pray they feel nearer heaven. You must not imagine however that I am very fearfully lonesome. That is not the case. I am enjoying myself. I think that in a week more I shall be very much interested in my school work. I intend to bend all energies on it. Make myself and my scholars toe the mark. You, W, knew how easy it is to let a little matter go; it seems so much trouble to speak every time a scholar don’t do just right. I shall have to conquer this vein of weakness. I have heard you say that you had exhausted the same thing in your management. Friday I rose above it; in one case at least. In geomentry I said to have the books closed, Mr. Gase, went to the board and kept his open. I remarked that when I said I wished to have the books closed, I wished to have the books closed. I then requested him to take his seat. He took this sear and afterward fellow apologized. He is a pretty good fellow and evidently meant nothing wrong. But I established a point: a small one. If one really gets himself used to making all obey and gets them used to it all will be well.
“Dinner’ – Smith
“Yes” Lyman
They had a good dinner, oysters, baked beef, potatoes, tomatoes, with bread, pie, [grapes] etc.
- Title
- Letter from James Lyman on his sister's busy schedule, loneliness, and teaching
- Description
- Letter from James Lyman to a woman, possibly his sister Mary Frances. He discusses her busy schedule, his own loneliness, and teaching.
- Creator
- Lyman, James
- Source
- Pacific University Archives
- Date
- 1873-1883
- Is Part Of
- Lyman Family Papers
- Format
- Letter
- Language
- English
- Identifier
- PUA_MS31_42_r
- Rights
- http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/CNE/1.0/
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- Text
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Sunday, the 15th <br/><br/>“You have been real good about writing so far” aha you little patty, is that you? I see you now. It is a morning in June. The air is a little smoky, and the sun is becoming warm. We are in the buggy, we three S, John and I and we are rolling [?] [?] slowly along over the hill [Lusignot’s] lake word from Mr. Purdin. Bess is going rather slowly for we are [?] and interested. We are discussing Gen. Howards BA sermon. The noise of the waves that came to the strand telling the secret of the “mighty waters rolling [everman?]” is in our ears. <br/><br/>I am doing better than you are, I am afraid, in the matter of writing. But yet not better. You are busy. You and the mistress of the manse and feel a little worried lest the affairs of the household will not run smoothly. Do you feel lonesome any? I would take kind of a wicked joy in It if you do. You have your hands full. I like an unburied ghost, lingering around the short of the stix unable to make my weak moen heard, and why to drop fragments off of the cranial plates. Whenever I feel lonesome have only one consolation i.e drop fragments. When I write I feel nearer hom, just perhaps as when people pray they feel nearer heaven. You must not imagine however that I am very fearfully lonesome. That is not the case. I am enjoying myself. I think that in a week more I shall be very much interested in my school work. I intend to bend all energies on it. Make myself and my scholars toe the mark. You, W, knew how easy it is to let a little matter go; it seems so much trouble to speak every time a scholar don’t do just right. I shall have to conquer this vein of weakness. I have heard you say that you had exhausted the same thing in your management. Friday I rose above it; in one case at least. In geomentry I said to have the books closed, Mr. Gase, went to the board and kept his open. I remarked that when I said I wished to have the books closed, I wished to have the books closed. I then requested him to take his seat. He took this sear and afterward fellow apologized. He is a pretty good fellow and evidently meant nothing wrong. But I established a point: a small one. If one really gets himself used to making all obey and gets them used to it all will be well. <br/><br/>“Dinner’ – Smith <br/>“Yes” Lyman<br/><br/>They had a good dinner, oysters, baked beef, potatoes, tomatoes, with bread, pie, [grapes] etc.