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Dr: Mr: Zenas Stoddard Tenant of Medford Farm—in A/c. with Thomas B Adams and Wm: S. Shaw— 1821. Dls Cts March 21. To One year’s Rent of Farm at Medford 300. 0 To the value in Labour on said farm for 1 year 25. 0 325. 0 1822. March 21. To One year’s Rent of Farm & value in labour 325. 0
You will see by the papers the death of my Aunt Adams—The funeral to be on Saturday two Oclock—I wish by all means that both of you will be present—If you come to Boston, you can in company with Mr. & Mrs. Foster, come out to Quincy in one of the carriages which I have already engaged at the request of the P——t. & which would otherwise come out & return empty. In great haste your brother DLC :...
Why my dear Neice so loth to use your pen? But I do not hear from it twice in a year? Altho you possess many of the virtues of your Mother, and inherit many of her amiable qualities, you do not keep up that literary intercourse with your nearest Relatives, which was a distinguished trait in her Character. few persons held so eloquent a pen; or could find such ready access to the Heart: I...
Married and cannot come, is an excuse of ancient date, but married, and cannot write, I do not find in any Chapter of the Bible Now my dear Neice what is the reason that I have not received a line from you, Since you exchanged the Name of Shaw, for that of Felt? It is true, I have heard of you, from your Brother, but Surely You Should recollect, that you have one only Aunt living at Quincy,...
It is a long time Since I have received a Line from you, or written one to you. yet it does not follow that you have been less the subject of my Thoughts—I have often wished You were near to me, that I might assist at least by my advise in any thing where you might feel, as tho you wanted Age, and experience to aid you—But you have been so habituated to do right; and have indelibly fixed in...
It is So long Since I heard from you that I am anxious to hear from your own pen, how you have got through the winter, and your good Father? For myself, I can Say that but little. I have had a very Sick time, ever since Jan’ry—I have not Sufferd much pain, but a great weakness and debility, like the breaking up of a constitution, never very robust, and very frequently assaild. With the...
I have received your letter of the 3 Jan and should have written you an answer before but thinking that it would be more satisfactory to both of us to converse together respecting the important subject of the letter I have delayed writing, constantly flattering myself that it would be in my power to visit Atkinson but this has not been in my power. Indeed I had prepared myself to have gone on...
I have not written to you for a long time. I heard from you through your Brother, who kept Sabbeth with us this day week. Mr and mrs de Wint have past 5 weeks with us and I have had a large family, which you know brings much care. They left us last week—Caroline Spoke often of you, and desired me to give her Love to you. She was not well, and went out very little while She was here. the death...
your Letter my dear Abbe is worthy the daughter of the Mother you mourn, whose disposition and virtues the mantle of Elijah has descended to cover you you will have engrafted into your own Life and conduct , and now exhibit with So much credit to the honour of the Religion of him who took upon him the infirmities of human Nature, & compassionated the Sorrows of a Martha & Mary— may the hand of...
I scarcely know how to address you by way of consolation, who myself stand so much in need of the Same Support. under one of the most Solemn impressive and afflictive dispensations with which it has pleased our Mather Heaven to inflict upon us—the loss of Such a parent cannot be estimated by the powers of language, the Silent Anguish of the Heart can alone pour it forth, yet while we bend over...