Wheelock G. Veazey to Julia A. Veazey
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This letter does beat all the scoldings I ever had. Aint you sorry. You are going
to pay me off nicely by dying & giving away the baby. What a fine programme.
Wonder if all women have such tantrums when they have babies. What a heap of
suppositions. If one of us had never been born, or died young, or got married
before we saw each other, or had never seen each other &c &c why then we
never Regards to yr Friends
should, or else we should, I dont know which. And then to die and
give away my baby, I tell you old beauty if I had you here you would be sorry.
In going away from home you did just as I wanted you to, i.e. if you wanted to
go. Of course I did not want you to worry your life away about me, but to make
yourself as happy as you could. And I don’t know as I said any- thing ag’st it,
& I want you to stay in Lawrence just as long as you are contented &
happy there, then go next whereever you want to, but I have wanted & still
want you to take good care of
yourself & be very careful. It
struck me that it was rather careless for you to go to Brentwood at this cold
season, under the cir- cumstances. And as your health is generally so delicate
& I have said so much about your being careful, I get almost out of patience
when you are not careful. It almost looks as tho- you did not regard me or my
advice & desires very much. It seems to me that by this time you ought to
know that aside from duty & honor, you have all my thoughts. But if I dont
satisfy you, I am willing to be forgiven. If you
do not get that
money from Mr. Emerson & are in want of some, you can send to Mr Page, State
Treasurer of Vermont for any amount and he will send it. Tell him to send a
draft on Boston. Now you know my own wife, that in all I say I mean but 3
things- viz. love me faithfully. Take good care of your health, & do as you
are of a mind to. Now write me a good letter & be a better girl. I wrote to
you at Lawrence last Sunday, & I cited in care of Henry Whitney Esq, did you
get it? Good night my Angel.
Yr Fond Husband. W.