April 2, 1848, Saturday Evening.
My Dear Mann: — I have been hoping to see you all the
week, but you came not to me. I have comforted myself with the thought of going
to you to-morrow, but must give that up — because I have caved in. After
a week of hard work I broke down, have been suffering severely all day, and can
now just hold up my poor head.
The last thing I did was to write an article for the Journal about
you: this I finished after midnight last night, and then found that my cerebral
boiler had “busted.” With a day or two of rest it will be well, but I cannot
venture to Newton to-morrow.
Men tell me that you will certainly be elected; some say by a thousand,
some by a smaller majority. No other man in the District except you can be
elected. I count upon your going, and I mean to escort you thither as your
humble esquire.
You see I take the liberty in my communication to pledge you to a
certain line of conduct, the highest I could conceive; you will soar above my
feeble conceptions. . . .
God bless you,
S. G. Howe.
SOURCE: Laura E. Richards, Editor, Letters and
Journals of Samuel Gridley Howe, Volume 2, p. 258-9
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