Sept. 8, 1859.
Dear Belle, —
You can guess how I long to see you only by knowing how you wish to see me. I
think of you all day, and dream of you at night. I would gladly come home and
stay with you always but for the cause which brought me here, — a desire to do
something for others, and not live wholly for my own happiness. I am at home,
five miles north of H. F., in an old house on the Kennedy farm, where we keep
some things, and four of us sleep here. I came here to be alone; Oliver has
just come in and disturbed me. I was at Chambersburg a few days ago, and wrote
you a line from there. The reason I did not write sooner was that there are ten
of us here, and all who know them think they are with father, and have an idea
what he is at; so you see if each and every one writes, all his friends will
know where we all are; if one writes (except on business) then all will have a
right to. It is now dark, and I am in this old house all alone; but I have some
good company, for I have just received your letter of August 30, and you may as
well think I am glad to hear from you. You may kiss the baby a great many times
a day for me; I am thinking of you and him all the time.
SOURCE: Franklin B. Sanborn, The Life and Letters of
John Brown, p. 542-3
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