The following letters were written by Jason Oscar Packard (1845-1933) to Arathusa M. Studley (1838-1935) with whom he would marry in 1867. Jason was the son of Daniel and Betsy (Veazie) Packard of Rockport, Knox county, Maine. In 1870, Jason was employed as a house carpenter. But in 1864, when this letter was written, he was taking his mail at 23 South Street, the office of NYC Merchant, Benjamin Franklin Metcalf (1831-1918) and his partner, Duncan. Benjamin was a ship owner and ship broker and at one time maintained a line of sailing vessels between New York and Vera Cruz. He was one of the founders of the New York Stock Exchange and was also a member of the NY Maritime Exchange.

The second letter transcribed below informs us that Jason was a crew member on the Bark Rambler.

Arathusa, a dressmaker in 1860, was the eldest child of Charles and Mary Ann (Fisk) Studley of Camden, Knox county, Maine.

Note: These letters are from the collection of Kate Gilbert and were offered for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.

Letter 1

New York [City]
September 25, 1864

Dear Friend,

I am well and hope these few lines will find you the same. I suppose you think that I have forgotten you but I have not. I have had no chance to write since we arrived. I expect you are enjoying yourself nicely. I am here all alone. The Captain has left me to keep ship. I wish you were here with me. We would have a nice time a eating peaches and water melons. I wish I were with you today, We would have as nice a time as we had last Sunday over bear hill. If I could get where you was, I would have them four big kisses you owe me. You did not pay me last Sunday night. I want you to send them to me. I shall send you a dozen good big ones while I am sitting here a writing.

I suppose you are a having a gay old time. I suppose you are a going down street tonight, if being Sunday. I want you to keep watch of Toot Studley to see if she gets a beau. If she does, just let me know. Turn over.

When you see Clara, say good morning for me. When I was a going home last Sunday night [I got] in a bit of a fight with a skunk. We fought a spell and then he run like the Devil and I went home. I arrived there at three o’clock in the morning.

There is a fort right along side a firing in honor of the great victory. ¹ She has fired one hundred guns.

You never will see my glazed cap ² again. It got knocked overboard las night. I don’t know of anything more to write. I want you to write me a good, long letter. Fill it full of love and news. Write me all the news you can think of. Tell me if anybody has got a beau. Write me as soon as you get this.

I must now close and go and get a lump of sugar to eat. Please excuse this writing.

Direct your [letter] to Mr. Jason Packard, New York, in care of Metcalf & Duncan, 23rd South Street.

I will send you a specimen of the change we have.

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¹ The great celebration was presumably in response to the news of Sheridan’s victory in the Shenandoah Valley (Third Battle of Winchester).

² A glazed cap is one that was made entirely of enameled cloth, making it waterproof.

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Letter 2

New York [City]
November 7th 1864

Dear Toot,

I have just received a letter from you and was very pleased to hear from you. I am well and am glad to [hear] that you are the same. it has been a raining for the last two days and I am lonesome enough. I am glad that Deel has got well again and I hope she will remain so. I suppose J. M. is all right now that he has got a girl without going with married women.

You wanted to know what your compliment was. The mate said that your picture was the best looking one he had seen for a long time. You said that Deel F. had got home. I wonder if she has got well educated on manners yet? If she has, I suppose she will [ ] the rest of you soon.

It is election day. There is a big time here, I tell you. If anyone wants to get his head broke, just let him give three cheers for Old Abe. You tell Miles if he was out here, he would not have a whole head long if he went to spouting. You tell Miles if he does not let you wear Little Mac, I shan’t let you stay there.

We shall sail in a day or two. We have got nine passengers and six of them is ladies. We shall have a gay time. I wish you was with them, don’t you?

Deel did not get that fellow, did she? If you and Mrs. Leach wants Lincoln, I can get you one with old Abe hugging a Negro wench. If she wants one, I will send her one. Oh how I wish you could have seen me yesterday a going up Broadway with my long-legged boots on and the Captain’s rubber coat on that comes to my feet. I should have had you in and had my picture taken if it had been pleasant but you will have to wait until I come myself.

Last Sunday evening I was so lonesome that I went up town to kill time and to see the sights. Oh how I wish you was here to go to the Museum with me. But I shall soon be at home again and we will enjoy ourselves enough to make up lost time. You said that Mrs. Leach said that we could have a fire in her new stove. She can very well say that as I am not there to want it. I shall have to stop scratching for this time. So good night. Yours truly, — J. O. P to A. M. S.

Direct your next to Key West, Florida. Bark Rambler.

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Photo gallery images courtesy of Kate Gilbert.

The following letter was written by 32 year-old Electa F. (Sawyer) Miller of West Hampden, Penobscot county, Maine, who served as an officer in the Morning Star Division—a temperance organization. Electa was married to 54 year-old Joseph Buck Miller, a cooper in West Hampden. Her parents were Capt. Samuel Sawyer (1797-1864) and Rebecca Hewes (1798-1870).

Joseph B. Miller was appointed the postmaster of West Hampden on 2 October 1862 and held the position until April 1865. Electa mentions her daughter Ada in this letter who would have been about 8 or 9 years old.

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West Hampden [Penobscot County, Maine]
January 16 [1863]

My true and very dear friend,

I was very, very glad to get a letter from you this morning. I had waited patiently for it but it came at last & I thank you. So it seems you still continue your labors of love for the brave young men who go forth strong in their love of justice & truth. I appreciate the spirit you manifest of a desire to be strong, to go forth & battle for the right, but I don’t think I possess it. I choose to be sort of petted, you know. Consequently, I chose a man ever so much older than I am for a husband & he indulges me in every way he can. I wish you would come & make us a visit some time. Oh, I believe I forgot to tell you that he returned from California last summer. I was playing sick but he soon talked me out of that notion. Besides, he is a healing medium you know—believes in Spiritualism; but I don’t, do you? He can take the pain out of my head by holding his hands on my head.

About the [Morning Star] Division, we are prospering quite well, considering the circumstances. One of our best members died this winter after winning golden opinions from the company & regiment in which he enlisted as a private soldier, being engaged in several battles, at last was taken sick, sent to a hospital, and after a long time, got a discharge, came home, and a poorer looking object no one ever saw. He was a walking skeleton. He lingered a few weeks, was all ambition to get well, but it was not to be. He sleeps his last sleep. Oh, how very many precious lives have been sacrificed for the Southern traitors. How I wish they would speedily get their just recompense. My husband used to see something of their disposition in California. He hates them. They are so revengeful and overbearing.

Let me see, you wrote that William spent a great part of his time with Mrs. Hoyt. I’ll warrant it. I’m right glad you told me for I want to know all the gossip. You didn’t write half enough. You know I want to know lots of news. I had one little letter from Sarah Huse for a year & then she was very sparing of news. I should think there might be some gossip. There always is in most every town. Do tell me what street Mrs. Hoyt lives on. Sadie wrote that she was keeping boarders there & I have a friend in Washington this winter. She writes me she is boarding with a New Hampshire lady. I thought it might possibly be Mrs. Hoyt. Write me all about it, won’t you, and don’t let any one read this for I write by the jump, just as I happen to think.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that my husband is postmaster and when he is away, I have to change the mail. I like it ever so much only I have to do all the writing—every speck of it—& that keeps me just as busy with my housework & going to Div. meetings once a week.

Ada is getting large enough to help me some but she goes to school. I would like to have that manuscript, although we have not an editress yet as it is the first of the quarter & there are not enough writers here to make a paper interesting. Our best writer—Mrs. Packard—is at Washington, but she wrote me that she would write something for the paper if I would let her know when we had one. So if you will send me yours, I’ll write to her & will have a paper occasionally if not oftener. Don’t mind about my good writing for this is the third letter I have written this evening after mending three pairs of socks. You see I have got my hand in now so that I just begin to write pretty, don’t I, & I pay no regard to Orthography, Syntax, or Prosody. Now I will let you how to direct your next so that it will come free; J. B. Miller, Post Master, W. Hampden, Me.

Excuse my promptness in writing so soon but I had got my hand in & wanted to write now. I don’t know but that I’d better sign this so you will know it isn’t from a crazy woman. Yours in L. P. F. — E. F. Miller

These two letters were written by Joseph Appleton Sanborn (1814-1877), the son of Peter and Sally (Fifield) Sanborn of East Readville, Kennebec county, Maine. Joseph was married to Lucy Ann Briggs Upham (1821-1888) and the couple had at least four children, the eldest of which is mentioned in this letter: Gustavus (“Gussy”) A. Sanborn (1845-1879).

Joseph wrote the letters to his niece, Sarah Frances Sanborn (1843-1927), the daughter of Peter Fifield Sanborn (1810-1884) and Desdemona Hunt (1819-1864) of Readville, Maine. Sarah was a graduate of the Maine Wesleyan Seminary and Female College and in 1864 was attending the Hudson River Institute in Claverack, New York. One or more of Sarah’s letters to her father may be found at, “Away at School: Letters Home,” by Candace Kanes.

Letter 1

East Readfield
Sunday p.m., May 29, 1864

My dearest Sarah,

Your very acceptable, and to my poor comprehension, good letter of the 9th inst. which you pleased to characterize as a “miserable apology for a letter” measured of course by the standard of some of your own happiest efforts in that line, was duly received and it it was my intention to have answered it forthwith. But I did not immediately find time to undertake the writing of what I deemed a suitable answer to even the “miserable apology” (so termed by you) and in process of time, another more elaborate and finished production has made its appearance, the reading of portions of which fairly made my blood tingle in my veins and almost made me do as you say Gough’s lecture ¹ did his hearers laugh and cry by turns, and yet I am expected (no, not expected, but only to try) to answer such a letter with somewhat of the ability characterizing your own production. I suppose, or according to your rule, I must try again. Well, so far I have shrunk from even such an effort and have only concluded now to write and gracefully yield all thoughts of successful competition with you in such effort (and there is few, if any, I would more willingly should bear the palm in competition with any others than yourself) and tell you in my own, plain, simple manner how much I am gratified at witnessing your gifts in this respect, and how heartily I rejoice in your success at Claverack as well as everywhere else, not only as exhibited in your letter to me, but from what I learn from the Rev. Mr. Flack. I know he will think my brief words of commendation were well merited and that I might have said much more in a similar strain that was equally merited.

Since writing the above, I have been to prayer meeting and have measurably lost the train of thought that was in my mind while writing the above, and as it is now half past seven, I will not pursue it further but proceed to tell you of some home affairs, &c. &c. as that is really about all I can do both for the want of time to write more, and also for the want of ability for I feel that I should need about a week at least to do full justice in answering according to my poor ability your lengthy and most interesting letter, so much so that I could not refrain from perhaps violating your confidence & with, by the reading portions of it to Rev. Mr. Brownold—who pronounced your deli____tions of Gough’s efforts admirable, not to say “splendid” and far better than he himself could give, though he thinks him up to the standard of excellence which you assign him as an orator.

I must tell you when I read your description of Gough, he took occasion to say that Dr. Yorsey read to him portions of your letter to him the Dr. & to compliment it as being “very finely written.” So it would seem you are gaining renown whenever your “productions” come to light. Fearing if I should say all the good things I might you would be elevated above measure, I will not flatter you more by telling you the truth and will only add, “let him (or her) that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.”

I look at the day of your first letter and see that but the brief space of twenty days has elapsed since then. What mighty events have transpired! How many of the noble and good have fallen in our country’s cause—have died that the Nation may live. Oh how sad! to think of the thousands of firesides and the ten thousands of hearts made desolate by the awful slaughter. You have undoubtedly ere this heard that Josiah H. Means and Capt. Albert H. Packard ²—he that married Lizzy Mase—are amongst the number of fallen.

[unsigned]

¹ John B. Gough (1817-1886) was a temperance lecturer.

² Capt. Albert H. Packard served in Co. A, 4th Maine Vol. Infantry. He was mortally wounded in the Wilderness in May 1864 and died of his wounds at Washington D. C.

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Letter 2

East Readfield
June 10, 1864

Dear Sarah,

Although I wrote you a letter May 29th & have not received any response thereto, or intimation that it has been received, I thought I would write you a few lines this morning.

I had the pleasure last evening of reading yours of Monday to Elizabeth and well may I say pleasure as I can always say that when I read your letters, but I may say much more also. I was supremely gratified in reading those parts of it relating to Gussy’s conduct and scholarship. I am greatly rejoiced at his success in his studies but ten thousand times more so that his behavior is in all respects correct. Nothing can give me so much pleasure as the good behavior of my children & next to that success in their efforts to store their minds with useful information. And next still in order—if indeed it is is one whit behind—is your own success, or rather preeminence, wherever you are in those respects. Oh how I wish your bodily health was not so frail & that your lost eye could be restored. I am afraid in your eagerness to eclipse your competitors you will seriously injure your health or well eye. I entreat you to be careful in regard to those matters and not let any anxiety to bear off the palm, lead you to any exertion beyond what you can safely make as with ruined health, or the serious injury of your remaining eye, all the knowledge, much as it is to be prized, that you can possibly obtain, would be but a poor compensation.

I hope you will have the valedictory assured you for your part in the exhibition exercises as I am fully confident if you do you will acquit yourself with honor.

I was amused at your description of your first attempt as a public debater. If your first effort was crowned with such success, I hardly know what your future efforts may result in after the novelty of the thing has worn off and as the boy said, you have “got the hang of the school house.” I hope you will have another opportunity to take the wind out of the sails of that Miss Storm—enough at least so that she will not consider that by virtue of her acknowledged “authority” in historical matters she will presume to state as facts whatever she may think will help her cause, and expect her statements to pass as law & gospel & uncontradicted.

As I have not time to write more than this sheet full I must cease writing about matters at Claverack & attend to those in “Frog Valley” & thereabouts. But little of interest has transpired of late in the valley. Something of a sensation was produced during the present week by the arrival of “Slobber” in the uniform of “Uncle Sam” with his blushing bride by his side, fresh from the scenes of his toils and glories. His intercourse with the world has really done something in the way of removing his “slobberly” former appearance. I have had a glimpse at the woman & thought her quite decent looking. Henry Thomas has also arrived & in very good health. Lieut. Briggs is dead. He was mortally wounded in one of the recent fights. “Plaguey Slim” has also taken to himself a helpmate, or as “Od” Wing says, a “help-eat-meet.” Another important acquisition to the valley is the arrival of Frank Brainard.

Yesterday p.m., I wended my way to the “hill of science” to attend the “feast of wit & flow of soul.” The wit consisted in part as usual in such occasions, by a dignitary’s telling the audience to keep perfectly quiet during the colloquy in French, German, and Spanish, between a trio consisting of ladies & one gentleman, & of course the audience had to “giggle and snicker, * snicker and giggle” as that was a part of the programme—if not laid down in the books. That was a few & probably the most brilliant specimen of wit so I need no describe further. E,. Beedy took two prizes—one for reading and one for composition. She also received her diploma not in the college course but academic. Fitzroy Chase took the prize for declamation but I thought if it had been for yesterday’s speaking, Paine was entitled to it. I thought he did finely and bettter than I ever heard him—a great deal & better than any other one, although “hopeful” says his action was faulty so I suppose it was. My sheet is about full and if it was not so much trouble for me to write, I would fill another but I believe I cannot this time but must write on a scrap of paper to speak of what I mainly took to write for at this time.

In your letter to Lizze you spoke of having some idea of visiting the Catskill Mountains but expressed the opinion you should not so so on account of the cost. Now what I want to say is that I want you to go if you would like to and I will pay the expense. Say nothing to the “Old fellow” about it but when you get ready to go, up & start. I sent Gussy $50 yesterday and I will write him to hand you over enough for your expenses in making the trip, and if gentlemen are permitted to go, & Gussy is one of the favored ones, I want him to go with you and I shall write him the same. So don’t fail to go in account of the expense as I want you to enjoy yourself while you can for the time may come when neither your father nor I can do anything for your enjoyment.

What is right and proper for you to have, I want you should have & I think that would be both right and proper. It is so cold here today as to be uncomfortable. It rained more or less all day yesterday & quite hard a portion of the time in the p.m. and cleared off in the night cold and windy.
We are all as well as usual. With much affection, I am ever thine, — J. A. Sanborn

P. S. Only six weeks from tomorrow & we may expect to see you in the “Valley” again. I would like very much to see you sooner at Claverack but think it doubtful if I do as every day brings its cares and labors & the days and weeks roll rapidly away & I doubt if I find it convenient to visit Claverack & the cost too would be considerable. Still I may conclude to go, but I do not want you to make any particular calculation that I shall. I sent you today two papers giving an account of a sad accident at Lewiston resulting in the drowning of three little girls and the funeral services of the occasion. I pity the grieving parents & friends, — J. A. S.

The following letter was written by 37 year-old Lavinia M. Snow (1826-1917), the unwed daughter of Capt. Israel Snow (1801-1875), founder of the Snow Shipyard on Mechanic Street in the south end (Snow’s “Point”) of Rockland, Maine. Snow’s Point Shipyard was begun by Captain Israel Snow during the height of the Civil War, 1863. Captain Snow passed the business on to his son and that process continued until 1946, when Snow’s Point Shipyard became the property of General Seafood. Then, in 1957, General Seafood changed hands and the place was taken over by National Sea Products. Finally, in 1991, the yard became property of Rockland Marine, which still operates on the site of the old Snow’s Shipyard.

A biographical sketch of Lavinia was written by Angela M. Keith which states (in part) that, “though Lavinia Snow remained unmarried and childless in her adult life (indeed, she was long referred to by all as “Aunt Lavinia”), she found adventure aplenty prior to her crusade for women’s suffrage, sailing around the world with her family in the 1850s to locales including San Francisco, Panama, London, the Mariana Islands, and China. In August of 1916, at the age of 90, Lavinia asked a reporter from the mid-coast Courier-Gazette to write her obituary and recounted her adventures, along with her doorstep-view of Rockland’s metamorphosis from small fishing village to an industrially-modern hub of ship and rail. Though she received little in the way of formal education, Lavinia loved poetry, news and politics, and was a “staunch supporter of the things that make for individual and natural righteousness.” She greatly admired Abraham Lincoln and was fortunate enough to attend one of his speeches in Illinois in 1857. That she could not vote for him in the 1860 election was a sore spot for her. Lavinia outlived many of her siblings, and died [of pneumonia] on January 12, 1917 in St. Petersburg, Florida.” [See Biographical Sketch of Lavinia M. Snow.]

Lavinia wrote the letter to her Aunt Nancy (Snow) Stackpole (1799-1877), the widow of William Stackpole (1787-1836) of Pekin, Tazewell county, Illinois. Nancy’s husband died in 1836, just four years after the family relocated from Maine to Illinois, leaving her to raise six children. One of her children, William (b. 1827) went to California in the gold rush of 1849 and actually struck it rich. When he returned home to Pekin, he bought up apple orchards and a coal mine and eventually settled in Fairbury. William did not support the war and probably joined the ranks of the Copperheads, as feared in the last sentence of Lavinia’s letter. See William T. Stackpole’s 1849 Journey from Illinois to the California Gold Fields by Dale C. Maley, 2018.

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Rockland [formerly East Thomaston, Maine]
September 8th 1863

Dear Aunt,

I hear nothing from you directly now & but little any other way. Mrs. Wightman mentioned in one of her letters that she had heard through Mrs. Mans that you were sick. This was some time in the summer. I hope you are well & prosperous now. I wrote you last in April and have sent you papers occasionally since when anything of special interest occurred in our town. I write today hoping to get an answer for we are anxious to hear from you.

“The [Copperhead] party in Rockland is made up of a few unprincipled leaders and the ignorant and degraded whom they can control. About six weeks ago, Dr. Rouse—a furious Copperhead—shot a Union man in the street. The excitement was intense for a few minutes & the crowd could hardly be restrained from taking vengeance upon him at once.”

—Name, 8 September 1863

I sent you a paper with the news of the drafted. [My brother] Israel & [brother-in-law] Hiram Hall were drafted but ’twas a mistake about Charlie. The person drafted was Charles W. Stone. The mistake was made at the telegraph Office here. Hiram arrived at Salem the 20th July and got home in season to be drafted. Rockland voted to pay each drafted man who went, or his substitute, $300. Israel & Hiram got substitutes by paying $416 apiece which exempts them for the term of service, three years.

Have you any patience with this Copperhead Party that has spring up in the North & West to assist the rebels? Were it not for them, I think the rebellion would soon be crushed. The party in Rockland is made up of a few unprincipled leaders and the ignorant and degraded whom they can control. About six weeks ago [on 28 July 1863], Dr. [James] Rouse ¹—a furious Copperhead—shot a Union man in the street. The excitement was intense for a few minutes & the crowd could hardly be restrained from taking vengeance upon him at once. He was rescued and taken to the lockup. On his way to Wiscasset the next day, he made his escape from the officer and is over in the British Provinces. Mr. [Cornelius] Hanrahan [1822-1893], though severely wounded, [has] recovered. Some of the Copperheads stood surety for Rouse in the sum of $3,000. They are sure to lose it for he will never dare to come back.

Our fall election takes place soon. We are having mass meetings often. Gen. [O. O.] Howard—the man with the “empty sleeve”—has spoken here. Gen. [Richard] Busteed of New York spoke at Thomaston last week. Thomaston is a Copperhead hole & has been from the first. They voted to pay $300 for each drafted man and keep them at home. Palintic [?] are they not?

You remember the Luman family at the “Point.” Their youngest son Charles has lately been brought home dead. He left here last fall a member of the 28th [Maine] Regiment which went south with Gen. Banks. After the fall of Port Hudson, his time having expired, they came home up the river. Charles was left at Cleveland, Ohio, sick. His father went on to see him but found him dead. Many of the men have died on their return. One was buried yesterday, Morton Snow got through the late battles unhurt. At last account he was in New York to help keep the Copperheads in check during the draft. What a fearful time they had there while the riot lasted! Mrs. Wrightman says they expected worse at Yonkers. The men stood guard day and night at the Armory for two weeks.

Enclosed I send you a photograph of Uncle Israel [Snow]. ² He had a dozen taken. Himself & daughter Sophia spent ten days with us in June. His health was failing and the doctor thought the trip would benefit him but he grew weaker every day. He went to Thomaston with Capt. Oliver Jordan ³ one day & returned the next but with that exception, not one or two short rides with father, he did not go out. After his return home, he still grew worse until now he keeps his bed all of the time. He will be 92 on the 14th of October but Sophia says he will not live to see it. He takes great interest in the war & seems to want to live to see the end of it. When here he read his paper every morning & nothing escaped his notice or memory. His youngest son Charles has a family in Alabama. They have not heard from them since the war broke out. Sophia spent two years with her brother once and was under Hombs care one day’s journey in going there.

I have filled one sheet and have hardly written a word I thought to when I began. we are all as well as usual. I have a boil on my right arm which is very painful. I can do but little with it. It troubles me in writing but I can do that better than anything else so will not mind a little pain.

The “Point” folks are well. I was at Aunt Betsy’s a week ago but didn’t see her. Mary & herself were on the ledge berrying. William calls their baby Emmarella for Emarella Thorncliff. Emmarella was there. She taught their school this summer. She is small like her father. Aunt Betsy is looking for Lizzie to visit her. Uncle Clark cannot do much now & he does not go from home.

Father’s health is good. He is busy all the time. He is agent for the Maine Railway & they are building a schooner & repairing the Jenny Pitts. Charlie has gone to Bangor now to buy timber for her. He will probably go in her when she is done. Hiram will take the Fanny Keating in two weeks. Susan and I think of going the first trip with him. They are keeping house just across the street in the same house they had at first. I hope we shall go to Washington. A. C. Spalding & wife are here on a visit now.

Mrs. Keating is quite sick. She goes out but seldom. Helen is here now. I do not think Mrs. Keating will live through the winter. Her cough is very bad. Luella has a beautiful boy six months old. It has black hair and eyes and white skin & is large and fat. They call it Israel. Uncle Israel saw him when he was here & was pleased with the name.

This has been the warmest summer we have had in some years. Tis now quite cool and fall like. I see by the papers you have had a heavy frost in Illinois. We have had none as yet. We have news frequently from California. They are all well. [Sister] Eliza is teaching yet. Aidella Thorndike they say will be married in the course of a year & come East on a bridal tour. Her intended husband is a native of New York. I knew him in California. Joshua [Thorndike] is in China. He went there with Ebin. I understand that Mr. John Kinnes is in California. Did you give him letters to our folks there? I would like them to see him. I hope you will write soon & tell me all the news. Where is William Kellogg & Henry Wilkey? What is [your son] William doing? I hope he is not a Copperhead.

Your niece, — L. M. Snow

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¹ Dr. James Rouse (1821-1878) was enumerated as a physician in Rockland at the time of the 1860 US Census. He was a native of Virginia. He was married to Mary Jane Titus. Though he may have fled to Canada to avoid trial, James apparently returned to the States for he was enumerated as a physician in Calais, Washington county, Maine, in the 1870 US Census. A newspaper clipping from the Portland Press indicates that Dr. Rouse was indicted at the October term of the S. J. Court for Knox county for an assault with intent to kill.

² Capt. Israel Snow (1771-1863) was the son of Elisha Snow (1739-1832) and Betsy Jordan (1740-1834). Israel died on 15 September 1863 in Bangor, Penobscot, Maine, just a week after this letter was written. His daughter Sophia Maria Snow (1799-1881) appears to have never married.

³ Capt. Oliver Jordan (1790-1879) of Thomaston, Knox County, Maine.