st. nicholas hotelnew york
N. Y. 8th .—
It has been a long, long time since I saw you, little darling. When they handed Charley a letter last night, my heart gave a great bound, for some instinct suggested that it might be from you & contain a postscript for [me. ]—but it was not so. It was only a hardware letter, I suppose—at any rate it was not from Livy, & did not even mention murmur the music of her name.1 But tonight at 9 oclock I shall hear from the darling, in Hartford—& as the [Bliss’s] will have gone home to supper for the night by that time, I mean to telegraph them, presently, to send my letters to the hotel,2 so that they may be there when I arrive.
(I love you, Livy.) Charley got up at the usual hour & went to his doctor’, but I lay abed till 12 (it is 20 minutes after 12, now,) & I feel pretty [brisk] this morning & shall feel still brisker when I shall have had my breakfast. Charley & I went to Booth’, last night, to see Othello, the great miscegenationist. The acting was good, of course, Edwin Adams playing Othello, Booth Iago, & Booth’ affianced, Miss Mc Vicker, Desdemona. And I never saw such noble scenery in my life before—the [sunsets] & sunrises behind the hills, with little shreds of tinted & silvered cloud floating in the dreamy mid-air, counterfeited nature rarely. As I have said, the acting was good.3 I think less of Othello, now, than I ever did before. I wouldn’t be jealous of my wife. And I cannot approve of his friend Iago. I begin to think Iago was a villain. I am sure that much of his conduct was questionable, & some little of it open to the grave suspicion. I believe Desdemona to have been foully murdered. They have [added] added a good deal to the interest, as well as the naturalness of this play by having a jury sit on Desdemona & return a [t] Verdict that she “came to her death from [ woul wounds] wounds inflicted by some blunt instrument, supposed to have been a pillow, in the hands of a party by the name of Othello, husband of the deceased.” And with this the play closed.4
My dearie, you will scold, maybe, but we didn’t get to Mrs. Brooks’ yesterday, as we had intended to do. We were at Dan’ store & the Tribune office till 2 P.M., & then it seemed useless to go all the way to 53d street when the chances were we would find her absent driving in the park.5 And we didn’t go to Beecher’ church6 for several reasons, about the strongest of which was, that other things intervened.
I am stupid. I am [hungry] (but not much.) I will to breakfast. I kiss my darling & bless her.
Good-bye
Sam
Miss Olivia L. [Langdon] | Elmira | New [York] [return address:] st. nicholas hotelbroadwaynew york [hotel stamp:] st. nicholas hotel,new [york. may 8 ] [postmarked:] new york[may 84 p.m.] [docketed by OLL:] 61st
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 204–206.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection, p. 586.
Emendations and textual notes:
me. • [deletion implied]
Bliss’s • [sic]
brisk • brishk
sunsets • sun-|sets
added • adde[d] [torn]
t • [partly formed]
woul wounds • woulnds
hungry • [‘un’ conflated]
Langdon • Langdo[n] [torn]
York • Yor[k] [torn]
york. may 8 • [yo] rk. [m] ay 8 [badly inked]
may 8 4 p.m. • may [8] [4] p.m [] [badly inked]