I will tell thee my adventures when I come. I am to return to Boston to-night, and fully intend to be in Lenox by Saturday night.
In hugest haste,
Thine Ownest.
Mrs. Sophia A. Hawthorne,
Lenox, Massachusetts.
TO MRS. HAWTHORNE
Portsmouth, Sept. 3d, 1852
Ownest Phoebe,
I left Brunswick Wednesday night, and arrived here yesterday, with Pierce. My adventures thou shalt know when I return, and how I was celebrated by orators and poets—and how, by the grace of Divine Providence, I was not present, to be put to the blush. All my contemporaries have grown the funniest old men in the world. Am I a funny old man?
I am going to cross over to the Isle of Shoals, this forenoon, and intend to spend several days there, until I get saturated with sea-breezes.