Lewis, Catherine Ann Battle, 1809-1879
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Chapel Hill
Jany 23 — 1868
My dear Brother
Do you believe in mesmerism? Sometimes I'm almost tempted to do so, of late I've so often thought of you & have such a yearning to hear from you that I've come to the conclusion to write & ask that you would let me hear how you are, how you are getting on in these days of bankruptcy & ruin, surely we've fallen upon evil times indeed, worse in my respects than when war was raging, no
human eye can penetrate through the political gloom, no thought concieve what the next lifting up of the curtain will reveal, all we poor creatures can do is to
pray for grace to sustain us, for wisdom to guide us aright, all is ordered by One who is too good to be unkind, too wise to err. God rules & reigns
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that thought should silence all our hard thoughts & fears for the future. He can in his own good time bring order out of the present confusion, light out of the present darkness, & guide our Ship of State into a haven of rest.
You've heard before now that we were again in
C Hill, after
Gaston broke up
Wm
offered
Anna & I a home with him as long as we lived if we liked, soon after dear
Sue died very unexpectedly to everyone, & then they both bro
Wm
& sister
Lucy
begged that we come immediately, which I did in about two weeks, got here the 7
th of Octr, Anna remained in
Raleigh until two weeks ago. To you who know the character of my bro & Sister (in whose home I now am) it is useless to say that we have every comfort & kindness bestowed upon us that love & a competency can bestow, for I know you will be glad to know that my brother's pecuniary affairs are very good, never
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better & if the Rads should turn him out of Judgeship, he can still support very well, his law school is very good at present.
Sister
Lucy's
health is very delicate & she needs a companion at all times, & she seems to be so grateful to me for coming to stay with her, whilst I often with tears of gratitude thank my heavenly Father for giving a poor
homeless pauper such a good home,
not one of all my children have one to give me.
I had letters from
Dicks &
Mitt to day the former had just moved into his new house,
Ella has gotten well, the baby is very cross, (I suppose you knew he had a third one) & I think now if he had plenty to do he would be quite happy. I suppose you know all about
Gaston's affairs. I never hear from
Joel I wrote to him not long ago. I suppose he has forgotten me by this time.
Lum
seems to be content on $35 per month.
Exum & his
wife seem to be very well pleased with each other, I've had two very nice
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letters from her, she writes sensibly. I should like to see her, they all seem very anxious for me to go to see them, but the
Durham
road is too bad & money is too scarce to think of going off now — if I live until Spring I hope to go down & see you all
Ex said he would get me a
free pass.
Anna is very lively is fatter & better looking than I ever saw her, she has beaux a plenty but they are all too poor to marry — she is anxious to get a school in some good family to make some money for herself, she sends much love & says don't you want her for a companion.
The Session has begun — not more than 50 scholars if that — weather bad & hard times I suppose delay many who will come after awhile haven't seen little
Dickie yet, they have put board down now to $15 per month.
Miss Nancy
charges $20, says she will not touch less. The Faculty will not let the boys board there
if they can help it, as there are plenty houses open at $15 of course they will all have to keep plainer fare — that is what ought to be done any how.
There are more than a dozen of the best houses & lots in this village vacant, & many on the front street are occupied by negroes — my old home is all filled up with negroes — it looks pitiful. Change is written more plainly on this place than any other I've seen. O! it does seem to me that everything & every body
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is changed. O! we do have so many of
Longfellow's — "long & dark & dreary days" — but we have a sweet little sunbeam in the house who sings like a lark all day long — it is
Mary's little girl nearly three years old, a beautiful little thing, black eyed curly headed not at all like her mother.
Give my best love to all at sister
Emma's
all regret
Dicks not coming back. May God bless you dear bro. Please let me hear from you soon.
Aftly your sister
C