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Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 5: poverty and sickness, 1840-1850. (search)
r. a journey in search of health. goes to Brattleboroa watercure. troubles at Lane Seminary. choWesselhoeft's watercure establishment at Brattleboroa, Vt. At this time, under date of March, 18ent away. Mrs. Stowe was accompanied to Brattleboroa by her sisters, Catherine and Mary, who wery, 1846, until March, 1847, she remained at Brattleboroa without seeing her husband or children. Du of thought and mode of life at this time. Brattleboroa, September, 1846. My Dear Husband,--I ha need of it. I wish you could be with me in Brattleboroa and coast down hill on a sled, go sliding aeorgy,--For six months after my return from Brattleboroa my eyes were so affected that I wrote scarccame epidemic. Professor Stowe, absent in Brattleboroa, and filled with anxiety for the safety of ny help. To exchange the salubrious air of Brattleboroa for the pestilent atmosphere of this place tember, 1849, Professor Stowe returned from Brattleboroa, and at the same time received a call to th
ur nerves, and above all, do amuse yourself. Go to Dr. Mussey's and spend an evening, and to father's and Professor Alien's. When you feel worried go off somewhere and forget and throw it off. I should really rejoice to hear that you and father and mother, with Professor and Mrs. Allen, Mrs. K., and a few others of the same calibre would agree to meet together for dancing cotillons. It would do you all good, and if you took Mr. K.'s wife and poor Miss Much-Afraid, her daughter, into the alliance it would do them good. Bless me! what a profane set everybody would think you were, and yet you are the people of all the world most solemnly in need of it. I wish you could be with me in Brattleboroa and coast down hill on a sled, go sliding and snowballing by moonlight! I would snowball every bit of the hypo out of you! Now, my dear, if you are going to get sick, I am going to come home. There is no use in my trying to get well if you, in the mean time, are going to run yourself down.