{"1": {"fulltext": "4\\nI\\n^S", "height": "4278", "width": "2622", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Library\\nOF CONGRRSS.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nChap.\\nShelf\\n9\u00e2\u0080\u0094404", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "NANCY BLAKE\\nLETTERS\\nTO A\\nWESTEEN COUSIN.\\nS:eb gork:\\nJOHN BRADBURN, (successor to m. doolady,) 49 WALKER STREET.\\n1864.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "0^^^\\n/.y\\nP\\nfi) 14-73\\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by Euth N. Ckomwell, in the Clerk s\\nOflBce of the Southern District of New York.\\nFrancis Loutrel, Stationers and Printers, 45 Maiden Lane, N. Y", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "NANCY BLAKE LETTERS\\nTO A\\nWESTERN COUSIN\\nI.\\nHER ARRIVAL IN TUE CITY OF NEW YORK.\\nDear Cousin, I have arrived in this wonderful city,\\nAnd, true to my word, I send you this ditty\\nBut were I to write till as blind as our Bill,\\nWho carries each morning the bag to the mill,\\nI never could tell the half to be seen\\nThe houses, the shops, with the people between.\\nI never could tell of the beauty and size\\nOf the great shop windows that dazzled my eyes.\\nI never could tell, for it s not to be told.\\nHow the cart wheels rattled, how the carriages roll d", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "How the streets were filled with the rich and the proud,\\nSure never was seen such a wonderful crowd.\\nYet, which were the ton would have puzzled the brain\\nOf a head much wiser than mine to explain.\\nLike grandmama s peacocks, who spread themselves so,\\nEach one of them seemed to be dressed for a show.\\nSuch satins, such silks, such beautiful laces.\\nYou never got time to look at their faces.\\nWhile my thoughts flew back to home and to you\\nWhile the old house clock was striking two\\nWe arrived at my aunt s in Fifth Avenue.\\nNow, my uncle McAyres, I ve heard grandmama say.\\nWas a tailor, who lived in a very small way.\\nMuch mending he did, with clothes ready made.\\nOf every description, fashion and shade,\\nTill that terrible day, which the world well knows,\\nThat valorous day, when the North arose.\\nFor the Flag had been struck by Southern foes.\\nNow, my uncle McAyres was a loyal man.\\nAnd his loyal soul was fill d with a plan", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "To serve his country, with a thankful heart,\\nIn his humble way he would act his part.\\nSo they worked and worked, for the need was sore\\nAll day they worked in my uncle s store,\\nAnd made coats for the men that went to the war\\nBy what strange chance I never can tell.\\nFor the coats turned out not quite so well\\nAs the people had hoped, but just in a day\\nMy uncle grew rich in some wonderful way.\\nWhile President Lincoln, extending: his hand.\\nCalled out in a voice that was heard in the land\\nCalled out to the people, the loyal and true.\\nTo go forth and fight for the red, white and blue.\\nIn that perilous hour, thro weakness and shame.\\nWhatever befell us twas ever the same,\\nRicher and richer my uncle became.\\nSo when he had got both honor and gold\\nHe bought him a house, as I have been told,\\nWhere the quality live, all in a row\\nSuch wonderful houses, la! what a show.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Indeed, I could scarcely believe my own eyes,\\nAnd I thought to myself, as I looked at the size.\\nIf this be the house of my uncle McAyres,\\nO, what must be that of the Parson s and Mayor s\\nSo while I was thinkino^ I knocked at the door,\\nBut I might have knocked on till my knuckles were sore,\\nHad not the driver so kindly revealed\\nThe knob at the side, so nicely concealed.\\nWhen I gave it a pull, and it opened so quick,\\nDear-a-me, it was almost as good as a trick\\nWhen I asked of the help if aunt Betsy was in\\n(He was black as a coal, though neat as a pin),\\nHe replied, with a smile and a bow so polite,\\n(It couldn t have been better had he been ever so white),\\nThat Mrs. McAyres was in, he believed,\\nBut as it was earlier than she ever received.\\nIf I d walk in the parlor, and wait for a while,\\nHe would take up my name and so with a smile\\nHe left me alone, where I wondered a bit\\nWhether to stand or whether to sit,", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Where everything seemed so fine and so frail,\\nFor all the world like an Arabian tale\\nBut what it was like you never would know,\\nSo if you 11 listen awhile Til endeavor to show.\\nw w 7v W W\\nThere s our back-yard, wath all its posies,\\nHolly-hocks and yellow roses\\nOf which we have a dreadful sight\\nTis not so full, nor half so brig-ht\\nAs my aunt s carpet, while each chair\\nIs quite as grand, I do declare.\\nAnd glasses, too, la what a heap,\\nTwas funny just to take a peep,\\nAll shining bright as little lakes.\\nOr pretty ponds for ducks and drakes.\\nAnd some were square, and some were tall.\\nAnd all were hanging on the wall\\nAnd pictures, like you see in books.\\nWith houses, trees and little brooks,\\nBut not, it seemed, with country looks;", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "But tlien the frames were all po fine,\\nAnd like as any gold did shine.\\nAnd some were Claude s, my aunt has said,\\nAnd that s what makes the sky so red\\nSo this, I think, is the reason, too.\\nThat makes the grass so dreadful blue.\\nWhile in a corner, by themselves.\\nAll nicely piled on little shelves,\\nWere china boys and china cups,\\nAnd little dogs with little pups.\\nAnd many things, piled up so high.\\nYou couldn t count them should you try;\\nAnd figures, too, all on a post.\\nEach one as white as any ghost.\\nSome all alone, some in a row,\\nWithout a stitch from top to toe.\\nI ve often heard our parson say\\nThat city folks would go astray,\\nAnd so I thought, without delay,\\nI ll speak my mind to aunt McAyres\\nMy notion on such like affairs.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "So I settled my gown and tidied my hair,\\nAnd sat myself down on tlie edge of a chair,\\nTwisting and turning like any live eel,\\nWhen a lady came in so grand and genteel,\\nAnd taking my hand, with the leetlest shake.\\nSaid How do you do, Miss Nancy Blake V\\nThat this was aunt Betsy, who would have suspected.\\nSuch powerful manners, so cool and collected.\\nAnd dressed, I declare, as fine as a fiddle.\\nIn the queerest of gowns, with a slit up the middle.\\nAnd, la such a petticoat, ruffle and lace.\\nJust showing as plain as the nose on her face\\nSo while I was looking, with all of my eyes,\\nI reckon she saw my shame and surprise,\\nFor she called it by name, I blushed as I heard,\\nA disable, or some other finefied word.\\nThen taking my hat, which I held on my knees.\\nWith a smile, like a pippin, she said would I please\\nTo excuse Miss Jenny, for Mrs, Van Geesen\\nHad given, last night, the ball of the season.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "10\\nShe had danced each set till it was near on to one,\\nAs the rooms were quite hot she was quite over-done.\\nLa she needn t have asked, I was in such a fluster,\\nNot a word in reply had I courage to muster\\nAnd my tongue, which at home so freely can wag.\\nSeemed tied in my mouth, like a cat in a bag.\\nWhile all the fine things which I meant to have said\\nJust popped in a minute right out of my head.\\nBut when she d a notion I wanted to dress,\\nAs they dined at five, you may venture to guess\\nI was struck of a heap, as upside-down\\nAs eveiy thing else in this wonderful town.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "11\\nII.\\nSHE GOES TO STEWART S, BALL BLACK S, ETC.\\nDear Cousin, my uncle McAyres believes in the war\\nHe believes the people should be willing to pour\\nTheir blood and their treasure to save this nation,\\nHe believes in the President and the proclamation.\\nTho a busy man, who is full of cares,\\nOf railroad stocks, contracts and shares,\\nA loyal man is my uncle, McAyres.\\nWith money to spend, tis my uncle s desire\\nThat whatever the fashion and times require,\\nGentility, elegance, pleasure or health.\\nHis family should freely partake of his wealth\\nNow, mindful of this, my aunt did decide,\\nAs the weather was fine we should go for a ride,\\nThere was shopping to do, and some other chores,\\nSo we reckoned twas best to go to the stores.\\nWe tidied ourselves, and quick as a thought\\nAround to the door the carriage was brought;", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12\\nO, didn t I stare, twas enough, I declare,\\nFor there s nothing on earth that can ever compare\\nWith them two horses, as black as a sloe,\\nWith the harness a-shining as white as the snow,\\nAs uppish and vain of their handsome black coats,\\nAs any two dandies a-sowing their oats.\\nAnd then such a carriage, as shining and bright\\nAs grandpapa s boots, when, on Saturday night.\\nWith a piece of a candle he gives them a greasing.\\nTo keep the new leather from cracking and creasing.\\nAnd my such a shape, just like my calash.\\nOnly twenty times bigger, with more of a dash.\\nWith a seat for the driver, whose coat is the same\\nAs is worn by the driver of the Countess McMaime,\\nFor my aunt sent to London on purpose to learn\\nHer ladyship s mind in this little concern.\\nAnd a queer little picture, my aunt pointed out.\\nBut I never can learn what it all is about\\nA coat-of-arms, she has said, to let the world know,\\nIn the way of fine deeds, we have something to show.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "13\\nIf put on for a sign, our tailor s is better,\\nFor true as I live there is never a letter.\\nAnd I thought to myself, if these Yorkers had known\\nMy aunt, when a girl, before she was grown,\\nI ve heard grandmama say none had her ability\\nIn making up hats for the neighboring gentility.\\nBut while I am prating, these wonders relating,\\nJacob, the driver, was quietly waiting.\\nSo we got in the carriage, when, seated at ease.\\nMy aunt drew the blanket up over our knees.\\nO, la what an elegant blanket, I cried,\\nTis an Afghan, Miss Blake, aunt Betsy replied;\\nAll the people you ll meet of position, I mean\\nHave an Afghan like this of red, yellow and green.\\n4fr\\nThen Jacob, the driver, he flourished the reins.\\nThe h6rses they flourished their tails and their manes.\\nAnd if you had seen, when we got up our steam.\\nYou d have thought it a pretty respectable team.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "14\\nIt was pretty to see my cousin, Miss Jenny,\\nSo handsome and trim, so quiet and steady,\\nThe pretty long curls falling over her face,\\nLike Jacob, the driver, each keeping its place.\\nSitting back in the carriage so careless and proud,\\nIt was pretty to see her look down on the crowd.\\nBut I tried all I could to look clever and kind,\\nSo I think it quite likely the crowd didn t mind.\\nBut just at this moment my mind Avent astray,\\nFor we had entered the street that they call Broadway,\\nWhere the crowd is so thick and the windows so gay.\\nWhere the beautiful women oh Avhat a lot\\nWere pursuing some wonder, I could not tell what\\nWhere the brave soldier lads, were fifeing and tooting\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n(My aunt and my cousin both called it recruiting)\\nWhile my aunt, with a voice very solemn and cleai^.\\nHoped the dear people would all Volunteei\\nWhere nothing was heard but cracking and flashing,\\nBut hurry and worry, and dashing and smashing\\nThe pavement a-shaking, the horses a-quaking,", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "15\\nTill my heart and my head were both dizzy and aching\\nWhere the people went mincing and dancing along,\\n^Not caring a ^g for the jostle or throng\\nWhere all was confusion, and tumult and labor,\\nEvery one for himself, not a soul for his neighbor,\\nTill I thought twere as easy to ride on a rail\\nAs ever to find the head or the tail\\nWhere every one seems to be treading a mill.\\nLike so many horses as blind as our Bill.\\nW w w W W\\nBut Jacob, the driver, he dropped the reins,\\nThe horses they dropped their tails and their manes,\\nLike a cow in the clover, we came to a stand\\nBefore a great shop, so white and so grand.\\nThat in all of our town and country thro\\nI reckon we have nothing to liken it to.\\nw tT Jfr W W\\nHere were swarms of people, with clerks for all.\\nBut my aunt, who had stopped for an In fin shawl.\\nWalked on, followed close by Miss Jenny and I,", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "To the riglit nor the left not turning her eye.\\nWhile my aunt, in a way very proper and nice,\\nWas selecting a shawl of a wonderful price\\nWhile I thought of the people, and gazed on the faces,\\nWhose lines had been cast in such beautiful places,\\nThere came to my side a poor, plain body.\\nWho looked at my aunt, and whispered shoddy.\\nShoddy what did it mean 1 looked at her ieet.\\nIndeed, they were exceedingly proper and neat.\\nWhat did it mean my temper was stirred.\\nAnd I thought to myself, I will look for this word\\nIn the nice little book which gi andmama bought.\\nWhere the meaning of words is properly taught.\\nThen we entered the carriage, Ball Black my aunt said,\\nJacob, the driver, he nodded his head.\\nAnd drew up the Afghan of green, yellow and red.\\nA moment it seemed, when we came to a stop.\\nAnd I stood, with my aunt, in a beautiful shop.\\nLa what a dazzle what a power of things\\nWhat chai ming trinkets what gay gold rings,", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "17\\nAnd a wonderful clock where a little bird sings.\\nAnd silver teapots, and jewels, and plate,\\nSucli as never was seen in our Prairie State.\\nHere my aunt Betsy met Mrs. Van Turkey,\\nWho said she was looking for something rekerlcey^\\nWhile she held up a trinket la how it did shine\\nMy aunt and my cousin both said it was tine.\\nWhile Miss Jenny was saying this toy w^as to deck\\nMrs. Van Turkey s symmetiical neck,\\nThe clerk brought a paper he called it a check\\nI looked at the figures, quite struck with alarm,\\nFor, indeed, it was the price of grandpapa s farm\\nThen Mrs. Van Turkey, instead of her name,\\nMade a neat little cross, which she said was the same.\\nWhile Miss Jenny was buying a trifle or two.\\nMy aunt, Betsy McAyres, quite silently drew\\nMy hand through hei* arm, and, oh she has shown\\nThat Mr. Van Turkey is a man to be known.\\nShe whispered the tale, which I heard with a tear,\\nHe has/(?cZ the poor soldiers for more than a year;", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "18\\nMay the Lord, who protects us, both waking and sleeping,\\nHave these good people quite safe in his keeping.\\nw vr W W W\\nISTow, Starting for home, we got caught in a muss\\nWith a great yellow coach they call ci it a buss\\nWhich went crashing along, quite making a spread,\\nWith a fine coat-of-arms as big as my head.\\nWhen I t(jok such a fright, that I saw nothing more\\nTill Jacob, the driver, drew up to the door.\\n-}f -x-\\nBefore sleeping thut night for relieving my mind\\nI looked in my book, but no word could I find\\nLike the poor body spoke indeed it is clear\\nIt was a meaningless word that troubled my ear.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "19\\nIII.\\nSHE GOES TO CHURCH.\\nDear Cousin, Miss Jenny s new hat arrived last night,\\nSuch lilacs and roses \u00e2\u0080\u0094purple and white\\nHeaped up on the front, put in with a mass\\nOf little field daisies, peeping up through the grass\\nSo white and so fresh, with the middle so yellow.\\nLooking just as they came right out of the meadow\\nWhile over the cape were pinned cross ways\\nThe leetlest rose-buds, stems and sprays.\\nJust as you see them climb and roam\\nOver the lattice in our arbor at home.\\nWith ribbons and laces, la what a pile,\\nBut my aunt has declared that this is the style.\\nI reckon I was glad to see that hat,\\nFor, as you must know, it depended on that\\nIts arrival at home on Saturday night.\\nWith my aunt s new mantle, tiimmed with a sight", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20\\nOf pleats and ruffles, witli a gown that was notched and gored-\\nWhether we went to the house of the Lord.\\nThe day was fine, it was pleasant to hear\\nThe Sabbath bells ring out so clear;\\nTo see the people who thronged the street,\\nWhile the carriage was waiting so proper and neat.\\nWith Jacob, the driver, sitting up on the seat.\\nAs far as the deacons, to our wood-pile\\nI reckon we drove the length of a mile.\\nWhen Jacob, the driver, at a solemn trot.\\nDrew up in front of the sacred spot.\\nYou have seen the picture we have at home\\nOf St. Peter s, tliat wonderful church at Rome\\nThis seem^ed the same to my wondering eyes,\\nBut my aunt has said that it differs in size.\\nWe went in with the crowd. Oh how my heart beat\\nAt the sound of the music, so solemn and sweet.\\nWhile a man went before, in a way very kind.\\nOpened the door of a pew that was cushioned and lined\\nWith the richest of velvet but all that I felt", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "21\\nAs I watched them, and saw how they silently knelt,\\nThe people that met in this Temple of Grace\\n(For this, I think is the name of the place)\\nThe beauty, the fashion, the glitter, the glow\\nOf the gay colored windows the style and the show;\\nThe dresses, the laces, the wonderful taste.\\nThe fancy of many, some pretty and chaste\\nThe garish, the polish, the tinsel and gilding.\\nThe splendor and light of this wonderful building.\\nAnd I thought to myself, as I looked upon\\nThese people that dazzled my eyes like the sun,\\nNancy Blake Nancy Blake sui e these are the ton.\\nBut where were the poor For each corner and niche\\nSeemed crowded and jammed with the happy and rich.\\nWhere was Jacob, the driver Tho I looked for his face,\\nTwas nowhere to be found in this beautiful place.\\nThen remembering the day, I attempted to pray.\\nBut the God, whom we worship, seemed farther away\\nThan in the white church, that arose to my mind,\\nWith no tinsel to please, no seats that were lined", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22\\nWhere Christ, who took on Him our burden of woe\\nThe burden of all, the high and the low\\nSeems nearer, I think, than in this temple of show.\\nRemember the Sabbath, so thou would st be blest.\\nSix days shalt thou labor, on this shalt thou rest;\\nThe Lord, who made all things, this commandment hath\\nlaid\\nOn thee and thy daughter, thy man-servant and maid.\\nThis was the text, and I grew quite perplexed.\\nWhile I looked at my aunt, who, T said, would be vexed\\nAt the orders she left, to be cooking the meat.\\nWith other strange dishes some wonderful treat\\nWhich Miss Jenny s new beau was invited to eat.\\nBut while I was thinking of all he was teaching\\nWhile my mind grew quite dazed between practice and\\npreaching\\nThe sermon was ended we went out with the crowd,\\nAnd I thought to myself, have they reverently bowed", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "At tlie feet of tlie Saviour Have they learned wtat lie\\ntaught,\\nTo be humble and meek Have they found what they sought\\n4f -jf\\nBut the thought of the dinner put my aunt in a worry\\nMiss Jenny s new beau gave Miss Jenny a flurry\\nJSo Jacob, the driver, drove home in a hurry.\\n-jf\\nHow that table was spread ca.n never be told,\\nSuch knives and such forks, such silver an(1 gold\\nSuch china, such glasses, my! how they did shine.\\nThree kinds of glasses for three kinds of wine\\nBlue, yellow and red, three at a plate.\\nLike the Countess McMaimes when dining in state.\\nSuch salt-cellars of gold, one at a dish\\nSux^h a spoon for the soup such a knife for the fish.\\n-jf -jf\\nMy uncle, McAyres, he sat at the head,\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen, whose father, when dead.\\nWill leave him three millions of gold, it is said", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24\\nSat in. the middle; sucli poultry and game\\nSucln dishes of meat, with jellies the same\\nAs are put on the table of the Countess McMaime.\\nJust one at a time, with some wonderful sauce,\\nWhich my aunt has explained by the name of a course.\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen, he chatted with ease,\\nMiss Jenny she played with her fork and her peas\\nTwas pretty to see her eat one at a time.\\nWhile Junius Brutus Vangeesen thought it a crime\\nTo be breaking the Sabbath like the people who ride\\nIn the two-horse cars while my uncle relied\\nOn the sermon we all had been hearing that day,\\nTo keep the poor people from going astray.\\nje- -sf -jf\\nWhen the dinner was thro I went down to the cook\\nTo help her a bit. La twas as good as a book\\nTo see Miss Jenny stand up by the table,\\nEating her peas right out of the ladle.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "25\\nIV.\\nSHE TAKES A RIDE IN CENTRAL PARK\u00e2\u0080\u0094 GOES TO THE OPERA\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A\\nMARRTAOE.\\nDear Cousin, Saturday morn I got up wltli the lark,\\nFor this is the day when the people of mark\\nAll go to ride in the Central Park.\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen he came at three,\\nAunt Betsy McAyres she whispered to me,\\nWhile he helped Miss Jenny get into the carriage.\\nThat Junius Brutus Vangeesen had hinted at marriage.\\nAunt Betsy McAyres and I sat together,\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen he talked of the weather.\\nHe said The organ of the new Prima Donna\\nReflected all possible credit and honor\\nOn Manager Gro a verra good fellah.\\nMiss Jenny she said it was exceedingly mellow,\\nWhile she played with the Afghan of red, green and yellow.\\nNow, when we got there, it was a sight to behold,\\nFor all the gentry the young and the old", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26\\nDressed in tlie way that can never be told,\\nHad arrived on the spot then the lawns and ridges,\\nThe ponds of water, and O the bridges,\\nWith plenty of land to be walking around.\\nBut alack there is only one place to be found\\nWhere the quality drive so we twisted about.\\nBut hoAV we got in or how we got out\\nOf that beautiful place where the quality go^\\nJacob, the driver, only can know.\\nSoon Miss Jenny looked up, and pointed her glove,\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen who being in love.\\nAs was proper and right then pointed his hand.\\nMy aunt Betsy McAyres she whispered, the band\\nThen Miss Jenny declared twas the. dear Traviata.\\nO, I listened, and listened ^la! what was the matter,\\nNo thing could I hear but the noise and the clatter.\\nNow, while I was thinking as I looked at the crowd\\nThat these Yorkers did speak uncommonly loud.\\nWhom should we meet, just face unto face,\\nBut Mrs. Van Turkey, all feathers and lace", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "2V\\nWhile riding behind came the rich Mrs. Toodle,\\nWho was sitting a^one with Bijou the poodle\\nWho spoke to Miss Jenny, just saying, indeed,\\nThat when Bijou had pups they would be a rare breed\\nAnd who promised to send, when the creature got thro\\nOne to my aunt s in Fifth Avenue.\\nThen the rich Mrs. Toodle declared it was horrid\\nTo see Mrs. Plimpton, whose face was so florid,\\nAnd she thought for a fact that the creature had done it,\\nWhen she put on her head that rvjanore bonnet.\\nThen the rich Mrs. Toodle asked what was the news\\nWhile she wondered, indeed, to see all the Jews.\\nDid we like Mrs. O Grady s very loud manner\\nAh there goes the band at the Star Spangled Banner.\\nWhile I listened to all with admiring awe,\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen said the tune was a baw.\\nThen the rich Mrs. Toodle passed out of our sight.\\nBut I saw Mrs. Plimpton, whose face had grown white\\nWhose horses, they said, had just taken fright.\\nO, I felt in my mind quite ready to sink,", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28\\nLa said to myself, wliat would grandmama tliink\\nBut just at this mouient, riding in haste,\\nThere came a young man of uncommon taste,\\nWho wore a long coat with a very short waist.\\nMy aunt Bessy she said Twas not very clear\\nHow he kept that fine horse on six hundred a year.\\nNow he bowed to Miss Jenny Had she happened to\\nhear\\nThat Mr. McPherson, a man for the times\\nAbused by the world for a few petty crimes\\nWas going to marry? Indeed, are you sure?\\nI thought the good creature was horridly poor.\\nThen this very young man bowed again to Miss Jenny,\\nHe has a contract, you know, and is making a penny;\\nIndeed, I am told, and can give it as true.\\nHe has bought him a house in Fifth Avenue.\\nThen he patted his horse, which bore him away,\\nWhile Junius Brutus Vangeesen said: We must not delay\\nFor this was the night to go to the play.\\ni5f", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "29\\nTwas an opera night, we went into tlie pit,\\nFor there s where the style and the quality sit.\\nMy aunt Betsy McAyres wore a beautiful gown,\\nA moire antique of crimson and brown,\\nWith wonderful jewels of red and white.\\nFor my aunt McAyres says it is right\\nFor the people to dress on an opera night.\\nMiss Jenny was clothed in royal stuff\\nLike the Empress wears of purple and buff.\\nWith ribbons, and laces, and jewels of blue,\\nJunius Brutus Vangeesen said she would do.\\nNow, my aunt and Miss Jenny, whose taste is complete,\\nSaid Tho my old gowns were pretty and neat.\\nThey were not exactly the sort of affairs\\nTo be worn by the niece of Patrick McAyres.\\nSo, alack I was dressed in an elegant red.\\nWith real lace for my neck and a wreath for my head\\nWith very white gloves the best that are sold\\nWith gorgeous bracelets of amber and gold.\\nBut I tried not to think of my elegant clothes.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30\\nMy aunt Betsy had said I must study repose.\\nSo I looked at the- people, wlio were seated in rows\\nWho chatted and laughed, and kept twitching their fans,\\nStamping their feet and clapphig their hands\\nTill the curtain went up. Now, I would never engage\\nTo tell all they did on that wearisome stage.\\nBut unto my mind the case is quite plain.\\nThat when folks have sorrow, and trouble and pain,\\nThey never do sing in that rollicking strain.\\nThen I tried to have patience, for this was the night\\nThat good Mr. Gro, to the people s delight,\\nWas to bring out a hally. Alas twas but a heathenish name\\nFor a thing that was naught but a sin and a shame.\\nI blushed when they talked of the beauty and grace\\nI saw not, indeed it was in turning my face\\nQuite around, that the people should every one know\\nThat I did not approve of this indecent show.\\nWhen close to my ear, what word should I hear\\nBut shoddif again twas monstrous queer.\\nShoddy I grew quite sick of an opera night", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "31\\nOf my elegant clothes and tlie blazing light.\\nAnd yearned for my home, with a silent prayei\\nFor the old hearthstone and the faces there.\\nShoddy ask grandmama, pray,\\nIf it is anything wonderfully out of the way\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a23f\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Jf -5^\\nMiss Jenny is married, in splendor and woi*th,\\nMy cousin s trosso was a wonder on earth.\\nFrom the ring on her finger to the white silk gown\\nI reckon it made a talk in the town.\\nThe house of the Lord, and even the street\\nWas crowded and jammed with the great aileet^\\nNo space to sit, nor even to stand,\\nTis said the affair was exceedingly gi-and.\\nI reckon my uncle McAyres was proud\\nTo be followed quite home by that beautiful crowd.\\nWho chatted and laughed who partook of the feast\\nWho looked at the presents ah the cost of the least\\nWould keep, I am thinking (I may whisper it here),\\nA poor family in bread for more than a year.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32\\nBut a few of these eles^ant thinsrs, I am told\\nThese gv)rgeous sets of silver and gold\\nAre hired from shops \u00e2\u0080\u0094brought home for a day\\nFor it is in a wedding, my aunt does say,\\nThat the great aileet must make a display.\\nNow, the bride and the groom have- taken a notion\\nTo run for a toor across the ocean.\\nThey will go till they see all that s to be seen,\\nThe amphitheatre and the English queen\\nThe volcanos, the rivers, and all of the mountains.\\nThe parks, the gardens, and all of the fountains\\nThen to St. Peter s church, just to look at the dome.\\nSo tell grandmama, please, I will not be home\\nTill Mrs. Vangeesen returns from Rome.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "33\\nSHODDY!\\nIn sackcloth and ashes, bowed down to the ground,\\nThis terrible word, with its meaning, I ve found.\\nDo you know, what it is, who careless and gay,\\nAre walking the streets of your city to-day\\nDo you know, what it is, who hold in your hand\\nSome anchor of trust in a storm-driven land\\nDo you know, what it is, wherever you dwell,\\nIn city, in town, in village or dell\\nHave you found out this word Have you pondered it well\\nAfloat on the river the mad river of war\\nIn a ship that is freighted with a god-given store\\nOf memories and hopes, all you cherish on earth,\\nYour country, your honor, your treasures of worth.\\nAfloat on a river, whose billows run red\\nWith the lives of the million, whose blood hath been shed\\nLflC.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "That you may be saved, while close by their side,\\nHand grasping the hand that is stemming the tide,\\nBrave words on his tongue, a smile on his lip.\\nStands Shoddy, the man who is scuttling your ship.\\nCome out from your sloth, wake up to the hour\\nCome out neath the skies, where the battle-clouds lower,\\nCome out where the voice of the trumpet is calling.\\nWhere brave men by thousands and thousands are falling-\\nWhere, trusting in God, working up to the goal\\n(Thro days which are leaving their print on the soul).\\nSee the men of the battle facing the foe.\\nSee, behind them, a hand with a deadlier blow\\nAimed at their lives reckless and bold\\nIt is Shoddy, the patriot^ doubling his gold.\\nCome on, through this path, repulsive and vile.\\nWhere frown the dark shadows of gloomy Belle Isle\\nNo gleaming of light no high-road of flowers,\\nWhere disease and starvation but vary the hours.\\nAy daily to you hath the story been told.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "3r\\nWhile Shoddy at home is still doubling his gold\\nGold that is coined in the costliest mint\\nGold that bears on its face a terrible print,\\nThe tears of the widow, the wail and the sighing\\nOf poor broken hearts the groans of the dying.\\nHe is piling them up, fresh from the mold\\nHe is turning his wares into glittering gold.\\nHe traffics this man in a fanciful mart,\\nEvery day he brings home, in his close-covered cart,\\nThe hope of a patriot, the life-blood of a heart.\\nIn the dead of the night, when no spirit is near.\\nDoes not the chink of that gold give back to his ear\\nThe last note of the dirge, the groan and the tear\\nLet no smile wreath your lip when shoddy is spoken,\\nBe it ever to you a sign and a token\\nOf hopes that were ci ushed, of hearts that are broken.\\nLet no woman that s pure, in this beautiful land.\\nPass over this crime, or hold forth her hand\\nTo the man or the woman defiled by this brand.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36\\nGod s curse is upon it lo the angels above^\\nWho are keeping o er earth their vigils of love,\\nStart back in affright whenever is heard,\\nIn the kingdom of light, this terrible word.\\nWith no humor attached to cover its name.\\nThe teal s of the angels cannot blot out its shame.", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4209", "width": "2565", "jp2-path": "nancyblakeletter01crom_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Deacidified using the Bookkeeper procei\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: Sept. 2009\\nPreservationTechnologie\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS 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