Gold Rush Era Letters

they have forbidden her to come. Although we do not go there we will enquire about the children often.

Henry passed Mother in the street last week and as soon as he saw her he quickened his pace so as not to stop. he merely with a contemptuous toss said Good morning Mrs Cornock and passed on (what he never did before).

If Mary is Mrs Knight -- she has no more authority than she had before for up to the beginning of last week Henry's mother would not give up a single key. You made a mistake in calling Mary the housekeeper. the Old Lady was the housekeeper and Mary was the Servant. Samuel died on Friday and was buried on sunday [Sunday] afternoon in the morning Henry and Julie were to church just as though nothing had occurred. After the funeral "Little Hen" cried to come to Mother's but Henry would not bring him. Henry did not speak to either of us sunday [Sunday] morning (so you see it places us in an unpleasant situation) he was to meeting in the evening with his Bride and then he bowed to me because he could not help it. We have been holding meetings this is the fourth week there are nearly twelve or fourteen persons forward every evening there have been several conversions Julie Harvey Suzy Adams and Mr Roberts among the number.

Mr Jeffrey gives a short lecture every evening. I expect

that there will be several baptized next sunday [Sunday].

By the way Mr Jeffrey is very much alarmed for both of yours they have no minister at the Baptist Church he say "you must stick fast to baptist [Bapist] principles and be good Staunch baptists [Baptists]." I have been at home since last Wednesday and have fixed Lib's black dress so that it is quite "nice again." I received a box of love from one of my "Normal friends" last week. the sides of which are hope, the ends truth, the bottom fidelity and the lid, honesty and is locked by a little key which is hung on a nail in memory's storehouse. We have to live or love these days for flour is $12 a barrel bread 10 c [cents] a loaf.

I am so tired and lazy that it is impossible for me to write straight or good.

Dont [Don't] jump out of the window for Joy when you read John's letter

"Tilly"