Walla Walla March 25-1865<br/><br/>Dear Mrs Lyman<br/><br/>It is certainly not because I have forgotten you or yours that I have not written, neither is it because I have not wanted to write.<br/><br/>“Procrastination is the thief of time.” A thousand & one things claim my time & all for the time being, seem seem more pressing is my only apology. Poor apology perhaps.<br/><br/>After we tho’t you were coming up here & did not come, & we did not hear from you any more till Mr Lyman wrote in the fall, we did not know what to think. But time passed on & we were fully occupied till Myron went down. Since then he has written us with one exception every week & I am impelled to write him once in three weeks.<br/><br/>It makes me homesick to write to the Grove & I am affraid I shall expose a discontented mind which I would rather not trouble my friends with. Other things being equal I think my health would be better here than below, tho’ I am not strong.<br/><br/>As in every new country there is almost every thing to do & we have but little strength to do it. This is a waste & barren land & most of the settlements are along on the creeks.<br/><br/>There is a striking resemblance in the moral, Religious, & Intellectual waste. I often think what can we do to improve it, but do not yet see that we can do much. It is painful to witness it & not do something.<br/><br/>Some fifteen months ago a Branch of the American Bible Society was formed in Walla Walla, & a few weeks since, receiv’d a lot of nice new bibles. We hope all who want, will now have a bible.<br/><br/>Edwin taught a pleasant school of twelve weeks of seventeen scholars. For various reasons, unavoidable, the average attendance was only thirteen & a half. The tuition was seventy-five cents a scholar per week. His eyes have not troubled him as much as they did last winter.<br/><br/>We have heard of a Mr Sloan of Birch creek being drown’d in Butter creek. We are affraid it is Mr Sloan of the Grove. Poor Mrs Sloan what will she do – what can she do? They are more than fifty miles from here.<br/><br/>The ministers at the Grove are feeding the people with knowledge & understanding- I hope they are being rewarded. Mr Chamberlain, is he at the Griffin’s yet. I am sorry for them, hope they will soon find their place. Do you hear from Mr Jenny? Where is Mr Dickinson? We had a letter from Mr Walker not long since.<br/><br/>Now about your own dear self. Is your health any better than it use to be? Has Sarah regained her health if so does she attend school. I should love to see her attend come [triping?] in [softly?] as she use to do.<br/><br/>I suppose Willie goes to school – perhaps he is studying Lattin by this time. Horrace & Mary can they go to school yet? How is Horrace lame limb. How they must have grown.<br/><br/>Do you think you will try to come up here in vacation? We should be glad to see you & all yours if you can come.<br/><br/>A great many Oregonians are coming up & going to the mines but the [travel?] travel does not generally pass this way now.<br/><br/>Much love to yourself & yours & believe me your friend<br/><br/>Myra F. Eells
Part of Letter from Myra Eells on missing Forest Grove, religious waste, and news