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158_Page 156Greenwich Street. New. York. Friday. 26th November. 1841.

Overcast, with rain at intervals We were all in good health, and met in peace around our breakfast table. Louis, and Sis were striveing to recall their christening party, last year on this day. I sent mother two pumpkin pies to help celebrate her wedding day, this is the 37th anniversary of this event. Wrote a note to C. of all the news, lent her the last magazine. Bridget rode up to take a bundle of clothes for a poor family in Chelsea. Catharine, sent me some grapes and an “Indian Story, a poem called “Ontua”*. I read it through in the afternoon. Julie, is fond of reading, and delights in “Indian tales. She taxes my powers of invention daily, her favourate story is “Sally Brown”, the heroine a fictitious character which I pourtray [sic] to incite her to emulation. It was commenced two years ago, and still is our evenings entertainment. A firkin of butter came home to day. A barrel of apples also. A demi.john of delightfull port wine. Bottle of Olive oil. This evening I read a description of the pictured rocks on Lake Superior. they must be truly sublime. A wall of rock, three hundred feet high, and fifteen miles in length, presenting a succession of [eaves], arches, and pillars. To night Mrs Dr Mott, gives a splendid soiree to the “Prince de Joinville”**, it was described as delightfull in the papers. The Prince, has received much attention in this country. I should have liked much to have seen him, but my husband has so little “Yankee curiosity”, that he never goes to see new arrivals, or great folks. ———————————————————
* Ontua, the son of the Forest, written by Henry Whiting in 1822.
** Prince de Joinville; (1818-1900) naval officer and writer on military topics who was prominent in the modernization of the French Navy.