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Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 2, page 49, February 15-17, 1851

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Identifier: DX09899518

Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 2, page 49, February 15-17, 1851

Description: Comments on his birthday and receiving a letter from Mary Bilton.


this world. I wonder what sort of a day ‘twas, whether still or a raw gusty one. Just about then to Richard Gunn, Master Dick’s father had been killed on the road from Banbury to South Newton, for my mother [Naomi Butler Gunn] was told of it in her confinement. Ned [Edwin Gunn] would be told as they do to all elders, that “his nose was out of joint” and the like. William Bolton, my Uncle Henry [Bolton]’s brother was alive, and had the farm then. So it was; — now had a magic mirror shewn to my mother what twenty-five years would transmagnify that red infant into, what would she have said? My Mary [Bilton] too — she was then a child of one or two years, toddling about Newman street house wherein she was born.

16. Sunday. In-doors all day, drawing on mahogany. Alf [Waud] and Cross with me. News of the Atlantic steam-ship, all safe, so I hope to have Mary’s letter to-morrow. Little [Arthur] Mason pays us a visit in the afternoon. I wonder what Charley [Brown]’s doing, in some strange Boarding house? The boys Fred [Greatbatch] and Eddy [Greatbatch] called in the afternoon.

17. Monday. Drawing all the day. Letters arrive from England. From home, from [William] Boutcher and from M. Another from M! — And as I read it through the old, sad heart ache was with me — even as I felt years ago. “She had thought, and still thinks she is wrong in writing to me” — I see, and forsee all, now. Little love has she to give in return for me so patient and faithful as mine. Weighing and guaging [gauging] all by one mode she can judge by no other. A narrow, very narrow horizon is hers to breathe in. Sympathy, love, duty, all bounded by chapel-walls. I believe not in Eternal Hell, so — There! I’m weary of it, and sick at heart. Little knows she how I have loved; or to sorry purpose if she knew it. Like Dobbin in the Tale I have been at her feet so long that she forgets I may stand erect. And that I must, will do.

Rights: NoC-US

Place: United States
New York

Dates: 1851-02-15

Type(s): Diary

Maker/Creator: Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903

Subjects: Courtship
19th century


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