"...I trusted in the Almighty… I knew I could only be killed once,
and I had to die sometime."
-Anne Bailey, 1823

Tuesday, November 23

27 November

Dearest Ones,
A howling wind doth blow, causing the tiny
nub of candle upon my desk to flicker. The moon's shine fills our window, casting shadow upon the room, lighting this table and the papers upon it.

Many days have passed since last we sent correspondence. Our usual routines much interrupted with the goings on of daily life.

A packet of dispatches hath arrived most recently, writ primarily in the fine hand of the good Doctor, Albert Roberts. We are so pleased to count such a distinguished gentleman amongst our dearest friends, further it seems the Doctor's head is quite turned by a young lady, Miss Emily Waterman. One wonders what the future may hold for two so in love as these. Even our own cold heart is warmed by the tenderness shared betwixt these two.
Tender days... one does recall them with such fondness...

A letter hath also arrived from Mistress Larner, detailing her recent journeys with Miss Katherine and Mistress duPont, along with young Miss Hannah, to the market faire at Locust Grove. Near the falls of the Ohio it seems the foursome were most graciously welcomed into the duPont family home; all candles lit, the table set and a fire soon laid in the hearth. The ladies dined sumptuously and slept well tucked within the du Pont Mansion.

Mistress duPont herself served tea upon the new day and the young ladies treated all assembled to a bit of a concert on the pianoforte in the music room.

Following a stroll through the park, the ladies set off for Locust Grove and the market faire. A wedding was witnessed, friends enjoyed, a few new wares gathered and acquaintances new and old were much enjoyed. Mistress Larner and the ladies spent a lovely time together with their hosts Mr. Medley and Miss Becky.
Mr. and Mistress Hagee, Doc Muzzy and the artist Mark Selter and his lovely wife Mistress Selter joined together for a meal. The grand party carried on to the Tim Faulkner gallery where Mr. Selter's fine art work was shown to the delight of all.

One can only imagine the scenes to which Mr. Selter gives life. His talent, according to Mistress Larner, is quite extraordinary. In fact it seems she is much carried away by it. We find this not surprising at all, being quite taken with him as well. Art seems much appreciated by Mistress Larner, as she and Miss Katherine are the subjects of a canvas in process by Doc Muzzy, the first glimpse of which the ladies were able to take the following day. Ah, t'is dearly loved this canvas! The ladies were quite amazed and delighted with what they saw and find themselves hardly able to contain their enthusiasm whilst awaiting the final unveiling.

Dear ones, our candle hath burned down and dark prevents further correspondence, though surely we shall pick up the pen once more upon the morrow for many things we need must share.

Until then we remain yours,