My dear Mrs Spencer
,
had been showing letters (to me) of all things on earth the most
sacred. Letters written for my eye alone; & only trusted to my Father
as an
act of duty; without the least thought that any other than himself should
read them. Unlike myself, he seeks rather than avoid the opinion &
advice of the world. It was enough to have exposed the first letter, but past comprehension, the second. He was guided by
what he considered best for me, but very much against my wishes I assure you. It takes from the letters their true value
to have them reduced to matter of fact, as much as to expose to the world's
eye, "the hidden treasures of the heart." The last letter
(in fact neither one does him justice) written in haste amid all the trouble
of real camp life. As to what "people say" Pa's
great failing is to care too much, as to
myself but one voice can prevent this "affair," &
that is one higher than man. I am much obliged for your kind
"endorsement," & hope this secret may be kept.
No, indeed, I have all I desire in most noble heart & mind entrusted to my keeping. I trust you did not think me so wanting in true refinement that I would have been willing to allow this exhibition? With assurances of high regard"The world may scorn me if it will
I care but little for its scoffing."
I am yours most truly,
Ellie Swain
to read & he wishes me to tell you this
fact: professes to be somewhat "abused" but I think more amused. Cat's snarls are only
laughed at & her scratches unnoticed
provided they only irritate paper.