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The Andrew Wylie Family Letters - Indiana University Bloomington

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his old partner Vale.<br />

Nearly all my acquaintances among the gals here are to be married about New Years--and-<br />

-and not one of them to me. How goes it in B? You ain’t going to do nothing of that sort your self<br />

nor nothing.<br />

I think if I don’t accomplish that thing in another year, I shall give it up entirely. <strong>The</strong>re<br />

are two or three rich girls here, some one of whom I think I could get and any one of whom could<br />

remove the objections of poverty on my part no doubt, but they are all objectionable on some<br />

ground or other. Nature is after all generally an impartial dispenser of gifts. I have never yet seen<br />

riches, beauty, talent and amiableness combined in one individual of the feminine gender. But<br />

when I think on’t I believe I have not even seen the three latter that is among the young ladies.<br />

I shall not make any pleasure trips during the approaching holidays for two very good<br />

reasons--want of time and means & especially the latter. I should like to make a trip to Louis ville<br />

and if you had any way of getting there--home, but have dismissed both ideas as chimerical.<br />

I believe I have nothing more to say & shall leave this open for John to add a line if he<br />

wishes. With love to all<br />

Yours affecty,<br />

Sam<br />

P.S. You criticize me occasionally and very justly & I hope with profit to myself; let me return the<br />

favor. You ladies (so far as my acquaintance extends) are universally faulty in your punctua tion.<br />

I don’t think there are more than three or four punctua tions in the whole of your last letter, and not<br />

a single para graph. It is one heap of words thrown into a hodgepodge. Howev er, I have got so<br />

used to reading the fine things in your letters in that form, that I dont think I should be satisfied to<br />

find them in any other --<br />

I hope Aunt Abb received her doings all done up in a bag. I should like to have the chance<br />

of boxing her ears or pulling her into the creek once more, just for the fun of the thing.<br />

John declines writing but sends his love to all.<br />

S.T.W.<br />

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1850<br />

<strong>Andrew</strong> and Elizabeth <strong>Wylie</strong> to John H. <strong>Wylie</strong>, Richmond, <strong>Indiana</strong><br />

<strong>Bloomington</strong> Jan 2 d 1850<br />

Dear Son:<br />

I was disappointed in your not going on to Phil a & had made my calculations to pay the<br />

remainder of what I promised you for horse & buggy which I had hoped, with what you might<br />

scrape up from your debtors about Richmond, might carry you through the winter. But it seems,<br />

from your letter that the scraping has been the other way & that you have been the scrapee. So<br />

you made Cincinnatti do for Phil a It is all for the best, no doubt. I have no wisdom in such<br />

matters. But debt is to be abhored: though I have never been out of it & sometimes pretty<br />

deeply in, considering. One thing your mother could never learn (& perhaps you may take after<br />

her somewhat in this respect) viz that saving of money in numerous small items is great in the<br />

aggregate reckoning only for one year; & that this aggregate it is which gives power, peace of<br />

mind, & ease of movement, also efficiency in action--to say nothing of being pinched & bare of<br />

material comforts--a catastrophe not to be kept off by what one gains but by what one saves. To<br />

spend the revenue of Croesus would be easy & yet so as to have nothing to shew for it at the end<br />

of the year.<br />

I have sold Salim for 55 dolls to be paid the middle of next month. My next quarter’s<br />

payment will be due in a month, when I shall try to spare you another hundred--but I think I shall<br />

hold on to Fann. I shall try & cure Pet’s lameness, & then she might answer your purpose till you<br />

could sell her.<br />

Jan y 2nd 1850<br />

Dear John.<br />

Father handing this, says, I, or whoever pleases may add a P.S. I have often heard say, that<br />

a lady’s P.S’s generally contain the most important news, of her letters; & since this will be one<br />

of 3 pages, am in hopes to make it, of sufficient interest, to come under that category, although<br />

the letter is from one of the sex who first made, & now keep it agoing, the above impertinent &<br />

ungenerous observation. And now after having said this much, allow me to wish you a happy<br />

New Year; which wish I fear, will not be realized to the extent I wish, nay that could never be<br />

on any spit of Earth since you have got back to the claws of Miss Mary Laws. Am not going, to<br />

read you another Candle Lecture, on matrimony knowing you preserved the last; to that we beg<br />

you will refer, when in danger, of being smitten with a daughter of Eve, minus, even one, of the<br />

qualities qualifica tions--quota &c we thought essential, & would like you to think so, in your<br />

selections of a helpmeet. Abbe says, she told you of every thing (in her last of a week or two<br />

since), that was of the least consequence; of all that happened in the year 49; nothing remains for<br />

me to detail, & so I shall detail--nothing. Of course the young gentlemen (& old) of B. are aware<br />

of the present foolish, tiresome custom, of making calls on the first day of the year, whether you<br />

follow the custom being old fashioned quakers, is more than I am aware; however I am too hasty<br />

in condemning the fashion, as being foolish, & tiresome: at least should except, should defer, to<br />

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