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.

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.

Part of Letter from James Lyman on his sister's busy schedule, loneliness, and teaching