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Jeannette Hulme Platt1851-06-27Cyrus PlattNew York, NY40.7127837-74.0059413My Dear Husband:--I feel so very sorry there has been so much delay in my letters, that you have so often to look in vain for them. I trust this will not be again. Yours, mailed June 23d, came yesterday. I cannot tell how your letters are received, or what your wife thinks of them,--their value to her. If you knew all this I am sure you would be fully repaid for sending them. She always cries over them, I will tell you that. You ask me, dear love, to tell you all my heart, "all I think" from day to day. It would be such a poor story of one thing over and over: "I miss you, I miss you so much." This is one reason I have written so seldom, and my letters have been so lifeless and dull. I have not written all my heart. You were giving up so much home comfort in sparing so long away from you your little ones and wife, that I could not bear to have you know how little of happiness it was procuring for her. And yet you always said this would be so, did you not? 'Tis just so, dear husband. I am not, cannot be, happy away from your arms, my own rightful place and home. I cannot. I do try. For your sake, because of your sacrifice, I have tried.Now, dear love, do not regret this experiment, as paying out so much for nothing. It is not so. Perhaps none of us would ever have been entirely satisfied if this trial had not been made. It will never have to be repeated. The lesson is fully learned, "Whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder." For my own pleasure, or for the pleasure of others, separation from you will not be asked again. I do not say this to my sisters (I did not wish to say it to you). I want to be just as happy as I can, for they are very kind; but I know they all guess this, though they cannot know how half-hearted I feel, or how little I enjoy anything I see. . . . . I would rather be with the children, hear our N. prattle, and H. laugh and crow, than see all the sights New York can produce.H. has two teeth! tell grandma. You would be quite satisfied with the admiration he excites, "the noble boy," and the notice Miss N. gets, "the curly-headed wee girl." They seem quite well now, but the heat is getting so great that I am anxious to leave soon. Sister went back to Brookfield yesterday. . . . .Bishop Burgess and Dr. Dyer dined with us yesterday.