Thackeray's Letters to an American Family
Lucy W. Baxter
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 9, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 Excerpt: ... end of this blotting paper: and my dear Mrs. Baxter's affe6tionate friend always w. M. T. Off to Paris tomorrow then to Rome. XXVI 18 November, 1853 MY Dear Baxter. My friend Mr. S. Lawrence is the bearer of this, and I know you will all be kind to him for the sake of the lovely youth whose picture he painted and who is Yours w. M. T. How well Lawrence would draw you! My dear Mrs. Baxter, you must insist upon having your husband's head taken off--and you young ladies do your utmost to make the good little painter happy. He has an immense family, is one of the best of creatures, and 'O how I wish I was going to see the faces and hear the voices which he will see. Paris, Nov., 1853 AS Miss Sarah is only to have one side of pajL. per, we must have recourse to the tight upright hand, and you will see Miss, by counting the letters that you have quite as much as you send me. I have been writing to your mother and the girls until I feel quite New York sick. There 's no merit in liking you--no more than in liking peaches or pickled walnuts--its because I cant help myself you see, I daresay I 've told you so a thousand times over. Every honest man repeats himself continually. If a man does not, be on your guard against him, as he is on himself. Three days ago dining with my Aunt I thought this day 12 months I was coasting Wales on my way out to America, and I filled a glass, Miss, & drank to some people's health silently swallowing the wine & sentiment. I think when I come back to New York I shan't come and see you any more. It would be the best way, depend on it. We have had such a good time Wir haben uns alle so Lieb that we shall never be able to beat it. You won't like me with my hair dyed I know and I have grown so fat it is quite awful--then you write...