FOUR PAGE LETTER WRITTEN TO “MY DARLING SUNBEAM”, FROM “YOURS AND FOREVER, AUTIE.” Large full-page, folded, written on all four sides. Near Fort Hayes, April 24, 1867, 10 p.m./“My Darling Sunbeam/A courier leaves here in the morning and he must not leave without a few lines the sweetest of girls, the loveliest of women and the purest and dearest of wives my own little Gipsie bride.

FOUR PAGE LETTER WRITTEN TO “MY DARLING SUNBEAM”, FROM “YOURS AND FOREVER, AUTIE.” Large full-page, folded, written on all four sides. Near Fort Hayes, April 24, 1867, 10 p.m./“My Darling Sunbeam/A courier leaves here in the morning and he must not leave without a few lines the sweetest of girls, the loveliest of women and the purest and dearest of wives my own little Gipsie bride. I will give you but a brief letter as it is now quite late. I had intended to spend most of the evening in writing to you but S—- has been paying me a visit and has just left. He has improved wonderfully and is very manly and bright. Nothing could induce him to return home, unless upon a brief visit. I like him very much. Johnny passed on the stage going towards Junction today I wish I could have seen him, but my tent is nearly a mile from the post and the stage stops but a few moments. I sent him word by the Division about Mr. Burnham who expected to —- him, to get two letters of mine for you from the couriers between here and H—-. You can send me letters and papers (well wrapped up) by him. I wish you could come cause why I don’t like to sleep alone so I don’t. My —– must be wonderfully good by this time Don’t you think so? I do not wish it in such terms./I have no news to give, the Indians have committed no late depredations, the mere fact that the stage that Johnny came on, comes through from Denver unharmed showed they are not very bad. I expect to hear from —- in a few days and will tell you all about it. I hope to have you up here very soon. Will you come and live in a tent with your Boy?/I wish I could repeat to you my thoughts as they occur, if but for a single day. You would then see how completely you absorb almost every moment of my life. Time devoted to other subjects is stolen. I tell you the story of my love so often that may be you will tire of the monotony and desire a change of subject. I hope not, my fears do not trouble me. You know full well that I love and adore you, but I cannot with mere language convey to you how intense is my love, how deep and absorbing the passion I feel for you. Time, that changes all things, has changes my love for you, but only to strengthen and intensify it. Dr. Lippincott has loaned to me a little volume of poems entitled Poetry of the Age of Fables from which I have extracted two selections for you. Is this not lovely./‘O my beloved, how divinely sweet/Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meet!/Like him, the river god, whose waters flow,/Birth love their only light, through caves below,/Wafting in triumph all the flowery braids/And festal rings with which Olympic maids/Have decked his current, as an offering meet/To lay at Arethusa’s shinning feet./Think when he meets at last his —— bride/What perfect love must thrill the bleached tide/Each lost in each till mingling into one/Their lot the same for shadow or for sun/A type of true love, to the day they run”/-Helen thus speaks of Hectors deportment to her./If some proud brother eyed me with disdain/Or scornful sister, with her sweeping train./Thy gentle accents softened all my pains./Nor was it e’er my fate from thee to find/A deed ungentle, or a word unkind”/I read much more than when at home, the reason is that when at home I have a little volume called Gipsie and no matter how often I get through with it it always seems new and fresh when I again open the cover, it is like one of the stories in the Ledger, always “to be continued”. To day I finished the “Toilers of the Sea” but was far from pleased with it in fact there is nothing about it that reco——— the story to me, and after concluding its perusal I pronounced it the most indifferent and nonsensical story I ever read./I must say good night. I forgot to tell you in my last letter to use you own judgment about getting a box of croquet. I think it would be very nice. How is Eunice? I have a new dish for Eliza to try but must defer telling it until next time. Write after and tell me everything you think about./Couldn’t you spare a certain white garment to sleep with a fellow these lonely nights?/Bye Bye/Yours & forever/Autie/Love to A—- L— & Eliza” 4-30908 (5,000-8,000)

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	400B	$5,750.00	FOUR PAGE LETTER WRITTEN TO “MY DARLING SUNBEAM”, FROM “YOURS AND FOREVER, AUTIE.” Large full-page, folded, written on all four sides. Near Fort Hayes, April 24, 1867, 10 p.m./“My Darling Sunbeam/A courier leaves here in the morning and he must not leave without a few lines the sweetest of girls, the loveliest of women and the purest and dearest of wives my own little Gipsie bride. I will give you but a brief letter as it is now quite late. I had intended to spend most of the evening in writing to you but S—- has been paying me a visit and has just left. He has improved wonderfully and is very manly and bright. Nothing could induce him to return home, unless upon a brief visit. I like him very much. Johnny passed on the stage going towards Junction today I wish I could have seen him, but my tent is nearly a mile from the post and the stage stops but a few moments. I sent him word by the Division about Mr. Burnham who expected to —- him, to get two letters of mine for you from the couriers between here and H—-. You can send me letters and papers (well wrapped up) by him. I wish you could come cause why I don’t like to sleep alone so I don’t. My —– must be wonderfully good by this time Don’t you think so? I do not wish it in such terms./I have no news to give, the Indians have committed no late depredations, the mere fact that the stage that Johnny came on, comes through from Denver unharmed showed they are not very bad. I expect to hear from —- in a few days and will tell you all about it. I hope to have you up here very soon. Will you come and live in a tent with your Boy?/I wish I could repeat to you my thoughts as they occur, if but for a single day. You would then see how completely you absorb almost every moment of my life. Time devoted to other subjects is stolen. I tell you the story of my love so often that may be you will tire of the monotony and desire a change of subject. I hope not, my fears do not trouble me. You know full well that I love and adore you, but I cannot with mere language convey to you how intense is my love, how deep and absorbing the passion I feel for you. Time, that changes all things, has changes my love for you, but only to strengthen and intensify it. Dr. Lippincott has loaned to me a little volume of poems entitled Poetry of the Age of Fables from which I have extracted two selections for you. Is this not lovely./‘O my beloved, how divinely sweet/Is the pure joy when kindred spirits meet!/Like him, the river god, whose waters flow,/Birth love their only light, through caves below,/Wafting in triumph all the flowery braids/And festal rings with which Olympic maids/Have decked his current, as an offering meet/To lay at Arethusa’s shinning feet./Think when he meets at last his —— bride/What perfect love must thrill the bleached tide/Each lost in each till mingling into one/Their lot the same for shadow or for sun/A type of true love, to the day they run”/-Helen thus speaks of Hectors deportment to her./If some proud brother eyed me with disdain/Or scornful sister, with her sweeping train./Thy gentle accents softened all my pains./Nor was it e’er my fate from thee to find/A deed ungentle, or a word unkind”/I read much more than when at home, the reason is that when at home I have a little volume called Gipsie and no matter how often I get through with it it always seems new and fresh when I again open the cover, it is like one of the stories in the Ledger, always “to be continued”. To day I finished the “Toilers of the Sea” but was far from pleased with it in fact there is nothing about it that reco——— the story to me, and after concluding its perusal I pronounced it the most indifferent and nonsensical story I ever read./I must say good night. I forgot to tell you in my last letter to use you own judgment about getting a box of croquet. I think it would be very nice. How is Eunice? I have a new dish for Eliza to try but must defer telling it until next time. Write after and tell me everything you think about./Couldn’t you spare a certain white garment to sleep with a fellow these lonely nights?/Bye Bye/Yours & forever/Autie/Love to A—- L— & Eliza” 4-30908 (5,000-8,000) Auction: Firearms - Spring 2007 Please Note: All prices include the hammer price plus the buyer’s premium, which is paid by the buyer as part of the purchase price. The prices noted here after the auction are considered unofficial and do not become official until after the 46th day.

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