New York, December 15, 1833
[by Frances Bryant]
William received your letter yesterday--dated Nov. 18. 1 And as he is a little more hurried, than usual, I take it upon myself to acknowledge the receipt of it. You say that you received the box and all things safe. Ill health prevented me from repairing those articles, as I wished to do; particularly to spare your wife the trouble. I was confined to my bed at the time they were sent.
We are yet at Hoboken and all in good health. William has been living for the last two months on home made, brown bread, milk and baked sweet apples, and I assure you, he is growing fat; he looks quite portly. Would it not be funny, if he should swell up like Doctor Shaw? I think I must soon put a stop to his eating apples and milk. Fanny does not attend school this winter--but studies at home. She goes twice a week to town, to take lessons from Mr. Miller an English landscape painter and drawing master. 2 Her health is very good, she has grown very much since you saw her. Little Julia is the pet of the house; she talks incessantly, but not very plain. --We think her quite smart. And now I suppose you would like to know what is going on in the literary world. I will begin at home. Wm. is now writing a review of Mr. Dana Book of Poems and prose. And as he had before written a review for the North American-- it now puzzles him to word one differing from that. 3 He wrote a poem a short time since, called the Prairies. It is in blank verse, and is about the length of his Monument Mountain. It was printed the 1st Dec. in the last number of the Knickerbocker. A second edition of his poems will be out soon. It is to be published by Russell, Odiorne, and Co. of Boston. They gave him two hundred and fifty for publishing it. The old edition is sold, there was not much profit. He has heard nothing from the english publication. --Mr. Verplanck is in town. I don't know that he has written anything except a lecture which was delivered before the Mercantile Association; and which I hear is just published. His friends are a little surprised at the stand which he has lately taken in politics. 4 Mr. Halleck I see, and hear, very little of. I think he has written nothing for a long time. --Miss Sedgwick has just returned to the city for the winter. The last thing that I have read, of hers, is the Hunchback in Glauber Spa. --I think that one of her happiest productions. Have you seen the Glauber Spa? 5
We miss poor Sands very much, his works will be published soon. Verplanck undertook to arrange them for the press--but has done but