Letter from Charlotte Cushman to Annie Fields, Aug 29, 1860
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[page 1] Dear friend
Mr Cushman is in a state which perhaps may excuse his being very uncertain — in the information he either gives or receives. Hence the misunderstanding. When very young men are "in love & pleased with +++" aunts & aunts [sic] friends may get on as they will. However. I am glad we have not made you a disappointment. Mountain wards: and that you did not intend to go I must punish you when I see you for this disappointment
[page 2] how fatally sad that we have arranged all our plans — so as to +++ one seeing "Harriet Prescott". This week. & going down to Mrs Stowe on Thursday — as you have so hospitably arranged. you will tell them our sorrow — which now [?] +++ coupled with a hope that when we do get to Boston on the 11 "Sep". That Miss Prescott & Mrs Stowe will still "keep our memory +++" & give us one chance more of seeing them under your kind auspices. will you ask them? I know a Harriet Prescott of New busy port [Newport] once. I wonder if she is at all connected with the Spaulding family of that
[page 3] place! +++ people are always wondering! Tell her how she charmed me with the Amber Gods [?] I have never seen even an amber month price to a +++ since without thinking of her! what a quantity of books you will have to provide me with before I leave again for the golden sunshine. +++ +++ "Sir Rohans [sic] Ghost [?]" among the rest. first! By the way. will Mr Fields have the goodness to procure for us. before we come to Boston a copy of George Sands [sic] last book called ["] Constance Verrier" we want it very much & dont [sic] know just how to get it. I am sure he will oblige us.
[page 4] We have been so spoiled here in New port [Newport]. the devina [?] Giulia has petted us. & said such splendid things about us in the Tribune & some body else. who we know not — has been saying more splendid things in the Times — until we know not our own selves. & Every morning are expecting the wings to be so prown [?] that we cant [sic] put on our +++. Expect to find us something huge when we get to Boston. towards which we look longingly & lovingly because you are there & we want so much to hold you to our hearts. Ever best love to Mrs Stowe. "Jamie" & yourself from your attached friend
Charlotte