My dear husband,--I came here from
Hartford on Monday, and have since then been busily engaged in the business of buying and packing furniture.
I expect to go to
Brunswick next Tuesday night by the Bath steamer, which way I take as the cheaper.
My traveling expenses, when I get to
Brunswick, including everything, will have been seventy-six dollars. . . . And now, lastly, my dear husband, you have never been wanting . . . in kindness, consideration, and justice, and I want you to reflect calmly how great a work has been imposed upon me at a time when my situation particularly calls for rest, repose, and quiet.
To come alone such a distance with the whole charge of children, accounts, and baggage; to push my way through hurrying crowds, looking out for trunks, and bargaining with hackmen, has been a very severe trial of my strength, to say nothing of the usual fatigues of traveling.
It was at this time, and as a result of the experiences of this trying period, that
wrote that little tract dear to so many Christian hearts, “Earthly care a Heavenly discipline.”
