Lidian Jackson Emerson writes to her husband Ralph Waldo:
Eddy. Write to Father that Edie’s got a book & a cabinet on her birth day.
Edie. I had a wreath on my head, Thanksgiving; cause my birth day was on Monday. Mr Thoreau jumps us every night.
Eddy. Mother, and tell him Mr Thoreau jumped a chair over me tonight! . . .
Why have you sent no news-papers that will tell us how you prosper with the English Brethren? Henry says I must make it a special request from him that you will not fail to do so. Pray send all. Surely you will not think it un-modest to send the good said of your lectures nor of course be unwilling to send the evil reports if such there they should be.