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(Later Years)
1876 - 1882



     During all the years since the death of his favorite
son, old Capt. John had been aging, if not mellowing, in
the big house at the bottom of Maiden Lane.  The two
little Disbrow girls, Lou's girls he calls them in these
letters, loved to visit their grandfather and grandmoth-
er.  When they first entered the house they would peer
at the rack behind the front door and if a pair of shiny
handcuffs were hanging there, they knew he was home.
     But Mother tells it so much better than I could hope
to reconstruct of it.
     "Memories of my grandparents' home stand out clearly
in my mind - the lovely flower garden in front, with beds
which had been laid out in geometrical designs by my own
father and lovingly cared for by his mother, my grand-
mother Disbrow.  Hospitality and plenty seemed always a-
bout.  Their eight grown-up children with their families
and friends were always welcome - and in any numbers it
seemed.  A neice, Maggie, and her two sons - and Aunt
Mary with her son Eddie - had a permanent home there;
the others all came and went at will.
     My sister and I loved to go there, especially on
Saturday afternoons and on Sunday after Sunday School,
where always the large dining room table, spread with a
red-checkered table cloth, held a large bowl of apples
whose smell pervaded the room; and one of cracked black
walnuts for all of us to partake at will.
     At Christmastime many came home.  During this week
there was always a large tree in the corner of that same
room, a tree trimmed by Aunt Mary with Garlands of pop-
corn and cranberries, and ornaments made of gilt and sil-
ver paper; and for everyone a home-made gift, all made by
herself in her mysterious bedroom upstairs.  That dining
room with itss bountiful table, the large stove with isin-
glass windows through which the coals glowed redly, the

JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW bay window filled with tiers of blooming potted plants, and the candle-lighted tree, made a picture that is very bright in our memories. Sunday afternoons too were pleasant to remember, for Meggie would read aloud from our Sunday school books, or the "Youth's Companion," or Louisa Alcott's books, to us children sitting close about her. I can remember other times when my grandfather, constable and Sergeant-at-Arms, driving home the eleven miles from Freehold daily when Court was in session, would come into the yard and back to the barn with his horse and buggy, throwing the reins over the dash-board, calling the while to Pony or Morgan to unhitch and stable the horse, and would then stagger in to the house crazed with his neuralgia. Hanging his broad-brimmed hat and his handcuffs behind the door, he would lower himself painfully into his chair while someone dashed out for Dr. Shackleton and his indespensible relief-giving hypoderm- ic." It was here, in this gracious house in these last years of his life that Cap'n John wrote the series of letters which follows to his oldest remaining son Morgan who, since the death of Edwin Forrest, had, at least to some extent, taken his place as the head of the family or at least its younger generation, and the center of the old man's hopes. At this time the surviving children were, in order of their age, as follows - Mary Angeline ("Aunt Mary" upstairs) William Wallace George Aeneas Elizabeth ("Lib") Anna Mirium Morgan Vanderhoef Rutus Vanemburg ("Pony") As in the case of the previous generation, and to 96
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW clarify somewhat what might otherwise be puzzling in these letters, I shall here jot down the briefest possible notes on these children. Mary Angelina married an Edward Johnston. It was not long before she came back with her bright but asthma- tic boy Eddie to live in the big house with her father. Captain John thought of this boy as one of his own and always referred to him as "The Colonel." William Wallace is of note only because he accident- ally killed his wife while cleaning his shot gun. However an ancient Matawanite told me years ago that William's parents and many neighbors thought it no accident. Morgan Vanderhoef, to whom these letters are all addressed, appears to have profited by the advice his fa- ther showered upon him. At least he succeeded in a mat- erial way, married well, and eventually died childless and comparatively wealthy. I remember him vaguely visit- ing us in his Franklin car. Eventually he had a heart attack and died behind the wheel of this same car, or one of its successors. For years they lived on the Crystal Brook Farm just north of Eatontown which, after his death, became a Chicken-In-A-Basket restaurant but it burned in the 40's and was replaced by a modern structure called The Crystal Brook Inn so that today all that remain of the original buildings are the stables and the windmill. Rutus, known to the day of his death as "Pony" or "Pone" because he was the smallest, was, from the time it started operating in 1875, a brakeman on the N.Y. & L.B.R.R. After marrying, he settled in Manasquan. His only son is your cousin Edwin who married Florence Sprague. You know them as Uncle Ed and Aunt Florence. But to return to Capt. John and his letters to his son Morgan. Mother can still picture him as he sat in the big mahogany desk that had been Nicholas Morgan's (Ed has 97
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW it now in his Flemington home) looking out through the "Sitting Room" window across the open fields and the or- chards while he wrote. "He was a very short, energetic little man" she wrote, "and we all jumped when he spoke." * * * Matawan, N.J. Sunday, July 23rd, '76. My Son: I received your note all right and at your request now answer. I have been and am quite sick this week but much better today. The Family is all well except your Mother and she is better today and has to be as we have a family of 16 to do for as follows: Mrs. Louisa Conk- lin and Daughter, Mr. Willicott of Brooklyn been here three days (I only hope the above will leave in the Morn- ing), Lib, Ed, Johnny, Harry, Mary, Eddy, Annie, Pony, Meg, Charley, Frank, Mother and me. Well, I dont care much, it cant always last. I will try and make it comfortable for all a little while yet. I have wrote Bill. Norah will come home on Saturday and Bill on Sunday - he has leave of absence for 2 or 3 days and is coming home to spend the time. I am glad for it may be the last summer he may have a Father's Home to come to - be that as it may it will be all right whether I am here after this summer or not. I am satisfied that some of my Children will conduct themselves in such a way as to be a pattern for many. I have this request to make to you - that you will not get yourself entangled with any Woman for I look to you in case I am called away, to look after your Mother especially; also your unfortunate Sister Mary and her Boy. The rest, I suppose, think they can take care of themselves. Watch Rutus's Habits and associations - he wants much care and oversight. Bill is kind hearted but Heady. He thinks more of himself than 98
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW he does of anyone else. Annie, I suppose, will make a fool of herself and cast her lot with my Cousins: that is her business. One more thing I ask of you (and this note is all private while I live). It is this. That you will al- ways treat Meggy with the greatest respect, and regard her almost as a Sister for she has always been so kind to me. She has been with us so long that she seems as near to me (almost) as though she was my child. To change the subject some. Your Uncle Bill has left the station last Thursday and is out of employment. I hope you will retain your situation. Be careful, my Son, to be always ready to render a good account of your- self. I am glad your employerss think so well of you and hope you will always continue to conduct yourself in such a way as to merit the approbation of any and all with whom you may have any business transactions. The Best advice I can give you is to be Sober, Honest, Prompt, Truthful & Industrious. This is my Legacy to you. If you apply it, you will get through this world all right and make a Mark that many others will try to profit by your example, and there may be inscribed on your Tomb "A Man Ever Faithful." My paper is nearly full and I will close this by saying - be very careful of your associations; hold up your Head and be a MAn. All join in love to you, I suppose, if they knew I was writing you but you must take the will for the deed. I close, my Son, affectionately John N. Disbrow. Monday Morn - I have opened this letter to ask you what you know about Henry D. Gordon. His father says he (Hen- ry) has been to see you and is in correspondence with you. 99
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW Is either true? If so, I want to know it. Is he coming Home this Summer? - if so, what time about? I want the Seducer, the Renegade, the Perjurer, the Villain who would ruin a confiding girl of whose thrown away old Shoes he is not worthy to carry, whose Name is above re- proach till the Villain, the Spoiler came who has fled from Justice and is now a Wanderer on the face of the Earth with as Black a Mark on him as Cain, and I think a worse Scoundrel. How I want him and hope, if you know anything of the Base Deceiver, you will notify me of his movements and his intentions about coming Home etc. I mean to have him if possible. What is he to you that you should associate with such a Scoundrel? I think any- one having the Soul of a man and guilty of what he is would Murder a bosom friend. I tell you, my Son, Shun him; he is a dangerous Villain; but only let me know when he is likely to be Home and I will ne on the Lay. If I can only secure him at the Red House at Trenton, I will have the satisfaction of knowing I have been the means of ridding the community of a Great Scoundrel, a Crime punished, and an injured Family have the gratifi- cation of knowing that Justice will be done. As Ever Father. P.S. Pony has got my son's watch. Good. * * * Sunday Eve., November 26th, 1876. My Son: While sitting here alone, the folks at Church, I thought I would grant your request by answering yours re- ceived a week ago - I must here say I was highly grati- fied to think I had one Son who could render to me so go 100
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW good an account of himself. I am very much pleased to hear from your own hand you have always been temperate as to the Fatal Fowl and Hope you may always maintain your integrity in that particular. Tippling does ruin many of the brightest talent of the Country; be careful of all association that would tend to lead from the Path of Total Abstinence. Look around you and see how Many have been ruined by merely taking a glass of Cider or Lager just for Company ssake. Dont, my Son, for the sake of your future happiness be induced by any persuasion of any pretended friend to partake of any Alcoholic Drink, `For at the last it biteth like a Serpent and stingeth like an Adder.' Remember your Dear Brother, what an ex- ample he set by his Manly course and Determination to leave a Name behind him that was above reproach. How many congratulated me in having such a Son and I now feel there is another that may fill his place if he will be a "Man Ever Faithful." I feel it my Duty to caution you further in regard to Night Associations. That is another Snare set for the Youth and the Toung Men of the present Generation. Dont run around evening but store your Mind with useful read- ing, and study to be a Rare Man that bears the name of Disbrow. Look up to the Best Society and be well inform- ed on the leading topics of the Day. Be not satisfied alone in doing your duty to your employers but let all your energies be employed to make your "Mark" in the World. It is in you and you can be more than a mere laborer for your daily wages. By making the effort you can perform Wonders and, in after years if you live, you will be greatly surprised to notice what you have done by integ- rity, industry, and perseverance. I have no fear of you nor have I had since you started from Home to try and do for yourself for I always thought you could be a Rare 101
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW Disbrow if you Tried. As the saying is, `Try is a hard one to Beat.' When I look back and see how I have fought through the World and reared a large Family by persever- ence since I quit Tippling, it does really seem Wonderful, and fully satisfied am I that the only way to be safe from the Demon Drink is Total Abstinence. It is now 34* years since I tasted Wine, Beer, Cider, or any other Al- cohol as a Beveradge, nor any other way except last Win- ter when I was so sick as you know, and then only when the Doctor told me nothing else would bring me out. Why my sheet is full! When I commenced to write I did not think I could say anything that would benefit you, but I find,, if you will treasure these plain remarks, the will benefit you and you will be able by your example probably to induce someone more weak-minded to follow in your footsteps. Then you will have accomplished Two great and good things - Benefitted yourself, and someone beside. I must now stop for the Folks are Home and all too bed but Mary and me. The Colonel is behind me with his asthma, poor Boy, how he suffers and how patient he is with it. He is a fine fellow and bound to be a Rare Man I think, if he lives. I wish he was clear of that ter- rible Didease, but it is incurable. If anything should happen to me before he grows up, I want you to look after him carefully for I think much of him, but his Villain- ous Father - how I would like to get him in N.J. I would teach him a lesson he would never forget; but that cannot be so let him go - he is not worth looking after. I am just through attending Court after a term of 30 days and feel relieved, but wish it was all the time for I would rather wear out than rust out. Why, my paper is almost full again and I must stop so Good Night. May God protect you from all the Snares [Continued on page 103] 102a
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW * This obscure reference to earlier debaucheries (34 years earlier would be 1842 when my grandfather was one year old) brings to mind the story of my great-grand- father's relationship with Edwin Forrest. Family legend has it that the famous actor used to charter the Disbrow sloop for a week-end of fishing and heavy drinking with a few of his friends. They would pull away from the dock immediately after the Saturday night performance and, by morning, would be trolling for blues or what-not off Long Branch, Sandy Hook, or Long Island. Returning from such a trip one Monday morning, as they approached the Narrows, Forrest suggested that they shave before they docked. Since none of the guests had brought their razors, he offered to lend them his. He said it would make things more interesting if he shaved half his face and then each would do the same until it was his turn again. Forrest was giving the party so no one raised any objections and that is what they did. While the others were dutifully shaving only half their faces, our star of London and New York was parading up and down the deck, turning first his shaven side to his captive audience while spouting the lines of Hamlet or Romeo and then, with his still bearded side toward them, declaimed from the other appropriate roles. When all had half-shaved and it was again his turn, he completed his toilet and then began very couteously to strop the razor for the next man. Suddenly he let out and oath and his horrified companions saw the razor fly through the air and splash into the waters of the Upper Bay. Forrest assured his friends with tears in his eyes that the razor had slipped by the purest accident. My great-grandfather said nothing as he beat up toward low- er Manhatten through the crowded water traffic off the Battery. He had his own shaving kit down below. This is the story. The only actual facts to in- dicate a rather close connection between the two men at one time is that, while my great-grandfather's letters indicate no enthusiasm for nor even any awareness of the Thespian art, he nevertheless named his first-born Edwin Forrest and, as mentioned on page 79, Forrest not only gave young Ed a private interview but also gave him the "namesake" autographed picture which I saw several times before it disappeared from Ma's attic. 102b
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW and Temptations with which you are surrounded is the wish of your Father John N. DISBROW * * * Sunday, March 4th, 1877. My Son: I find it necessary for you to be home on Tuesday, March 13th to the Town Meeting or Election, for Dave Mea- lis is a candidate against me and is making a Mighty Ef- fort and I am afraid he will be Elected if I leave any Stone unturned - not that you can vote, but to assist me the night before Election to go to every House in the Township. So you had better, if you can, come with the 11:45 train on Monday, but do not endanger your situa- tion by coming; if your employers are not perfectly will- ing, dont come,, for I would rather he would be elected than that you should give reason for your employers to be dissatisfied, or jeopardize your situation. I would send for Bill but he is too hasty. We must be cool and Determined to Defeat him by all fair and Hon- orable Means. I will not stoop to the Dirty things that him and Levi & Nort W. & John Cottrel & John Farry and others are doing to Elect him. They cannot defeat me but if he is elected it divides the business. We are all well. As usual your Mother and Anna are on a visit to Oldbridge since last Tuesday; I expect they will come back in time for Election. Everything moves in the usual order of things. Poney caught a Skunk last night for Bill's Boss, Mr. Sherwood. I rather expect he will go and take it up tomorrow & come (back), I suppose with the Boat. Let me hear from (you) as ever your Father John N. Disbrow. * * * 103
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW September 25th, 1878. My Son: You wrote me to see Mr. Havriman about a situation. I could not see him but wrote to him a week ago here- with is his answer. He appears to want to do something for you but the World is Deceptive. He may want to give you a situation at good pay, and will not offer you a place at low wages on my account. He has put on a good many Men from around Waycake to Labor on the Works at Laborer's Wages. All well. Nothing new - Politics, Red Hot. Hopper works in the Factory, Drunk every night. Poor Devil, he is going fast, the sooner the better for his Mother and Sister. Be careful of your Company is the advice of Your Father J.N. Disbrow * * * July 15th, 1879. Morgan: Louisa wishes to sell my Son's Watch and wants me to buy it. As I told her if she ever parted with it to let me know, but I am now too Poor and I do not want it to go out of the Family. You have no burdens to bear, no one depending on you but yourself, and I think you very Dear to me. I want you to buy his Watch and wear it so I may know, while I live, that I have one who not only cherishes his Memory but will make sacrifices to Gratify my wishes. I do not say this out of any dis- respect to any of the others, but you are differently situated from the rest. You have, I hear, a good situ- ation and are saving something from your earnings by this time and I hope you will be willing to make such a 104
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW sacrifice as to accomplish so good an object. You know, I think, How I loved Him, as you have fol- lowed his Steps in many things. I think if you follow his Steps more closely, you will be respected as much as he was and your Memory cherished by all Good Men. This note carries my Dearest Wishes to You. I hope you will bear them in mind and put these requests in practice and let me feel you desire to carry out my wishes. Finally, my Son, Be Honest, be Sober, be Industrious, be Truthful, look well to the Interest of your employer, be an Example to all that bear the name, so that you too may have inscribed on your Tomb "A Man Ever Faithful". From your Father J.N. Disbrow P.S. All well. My business very Dull. * * * Sunday, April 17th, 1881. My Son: It being Easter (or Paus) I tho't I would answer yours of the 27th March. Your Mother has gone to Brook- lyn on Friday last with Betsy to spend a few days with the Girls to try and recruit up some. She is much better than she has been but in poor health yet, but think when we give some fine Spring weather, we will both be better. I am suffering considerable yet with Neuralgia but manage to do what little I have to do. In your Note to me you spoke of going down to Miss- ouri, but never since heard how you succeeded. Why dont you tell us if you are selling any Pumps, etc. It seems strange you should be so far from us but only hope it may be for your Benefit hereafter. It is very gratifying to me that you can look back on your past life and can boast of your Temperance Habits, 105
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW and I do only hope your further course, in other Evils which surround us, you may be able to overcome them and, in after life when I am gone, you can boast that you also have overcome them and stand a Man above all the allure- ments which you and all Young Men are surrounded. Be very careful, my Son, of your associations; it wont hurt you to look with suspicion on any and all who appraoch you under the garb of Friendship and offer you such ad- vice as may lead you to be or associate with such persons as will cause your face to burn. Jennie and Lulu have just come in. Jennie says she has just written you. No more Lid Anns nor Ednies nor such Stock forever. Dont be offended. I say it for your own credit. Curse the Trash! Be above such Stock. The Suydam boys are do- ing nothing, Jerry and best ditto, Hopper making cans and keeping sober. Things Generally are moving along here as usual - dull, very dull. Lizzie's Husband is Dead. He Died in Florida last week. Poor Girl, she has got a hard road to travel; she is expected home soon with his body. As to the Bray girl, the poor unfortunate, the re- port is too true. So much for her indiscretion, a last- ing disgrace while she lives. As to Pony, I hope you will continue to give him good advice. I have no fault to find with him, for he is so situated that I cannot keep the run of him, but hope your advice may keep him in the narrow path and by your example and Kind Advice, help him to be an Honor to me when I am here no more, and to the Name he bears. I look to you for to help him in this ungrateful World. He has many good traits which I hope to live to see manifested by his after life, but there is many a Snare surrounding him and he needs care and good advice, and I think you capable of doing more 106
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW than I can do for him in that respect. how I was mort- ified at Freehold Friday to have Lib Yetman come up to me and ask me how Pony was. I told him of it today and he laughed it off. I write this thinking maybe it may be the last, for Life is uncertain. Sometimes, when the Neuralgia takes me so severely, that Death is preferable to suffering - but dont worry about it, it cant come but once. But this I want if you get a Despatch of your Mother's of my Death. I want you to come Home immediately. I hope not, but still it may be so. Clarence has just come in and is Jogging along as usual. Uncle Bill, ditto; he is eventually to go to the Wall, I fear. His associates are not the thing. He has gone to Old Bridge today to see Jackson. Uncle Pete hangs on as usual but it looks to me as if there would be a winding up there. Have you written your Uncle Jack? If not you had better do so. Britton has left his situation in N.Y. and gone to Newark in the Clothing Biz with another House. He shifts around so much. Frank is with William yet; he dont amount to much. I suppose you get the "Journal" which will keep you posted on the Gen'l news. As to the Colonel, I want you to impress on him the necessity of his being a Good Boy, as he is, in order that he may be a Good Man, to be Kind and Respectful to his Mother and Grandmother, to attend to his studies, and be an Honor to our Name. You write to Mary occasionally; she would prize a letter highly from you. What kind of Boarding place have you? If you are taken sick, is there anyone to care for you? Finally, I may say again, my Son, be careful of your associations 107
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW for in this much depends on your success. So, Good Bye, my Son. May God protect you is the wish of your Father John N. Disbrow. * * * Sunday, May 1st, 1881. My Son: Two weeks ago today (Easter), I wrote and Prompt- ly received an answer from you and in your letter to the Colonel was part of the particulars I asked for, but No- thing about your Home, how you would fare in case of sick- ness, etc. - but I suppose you are careful to look out for that and other matters for your own comfort - if you do not and suffer, it is your own fault. I do not know what to write to interest you more than to say we are in our usual health. Your Mother works every day in the Garden (except today) and it looks well. The Meadows begin to Green up, the Wheat Fields beautiful. Everything moves along here in the same old Ruts. The Suydam boys have gone to work, I think. Rod is hanging around here yet with the Roan. I go to Court Tuesday with the prospect of a very short Court (say a- bout ten days, when it used to be thirty). Your Mother has about 100 chickens to feed you in the Fall after you come Home. By the way, Joe Clark & Maggie was here the other day and they told me St. Louis was now their Home, their Folks all lived there, their Brother was Clerk of the Court; the name is, I think, Zapp. Would it not be as well to see them and introduce yourself? It may be some benefit and tell them all about yourself, who you are, and of your acquaintences & relationship etc. etc. with Joe and Maggie. 108
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW Do you get the Journal regular so as to be posted? Lizzie and her 2 Babies is at Home at present but think she is going to Newark to Keep House. Wm. and John Allen is to settle up the Sch'r Business this week and then there will be a Big Quarrel I expect. Wm's habits are getting so I fear greatly what I intimated in my last Note to you. He owes me about $500.00 for which Uncle Jack holds his Note, outlawed at that - such is Life. I have just written to Jackson about it; it may be he will try and do something for me. I have just written to Meggie also and I think I am about written out and will leave one page blank unless some of the Family will fill it. Pony and Eddie both wrote you in one letter and you didn't answer. Let us hear from you often. As ever, from Father. P.S. - Mary says she is writing you. (And on the back of this letter - the "blank page") - Dear Brother: I write you these few lines in Father's let- ter to let you know I am alive and well. I was just a- round to Uncle Will's to see Lizzie. Sje is looking and feeling quite well. Bill and I was to Aunt Betsy's Fri- day night. She is quite well. I am getting along quite well on the Road. (R.R.) Business has commenced with us, travel is very heavy on the Road. John Suydam is working with the man he was with last year. We are all quite well. From your Brother Pony. * * * Sunday, June 26th, 1881. My Son: Once more I shall attempt to give you a synopsis 109
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW of Matters hereabout. There is many things occur occas- ionally that would interest you but I suppose the Colonel (as he is the correspondent of this House) keeps you pos- ted, with what others may write, and the "Journal" recei- ved Weekly. As you write in your last, I am glad to hear you have sold "one" pump. I hoped you could, with your Zeal, have sold one each week, but such it appears could not be done. I know if anybody else could do it, you would. Keep a Good Heart, My Son. You, with energy and prudence, must succeed in Life. Look at Tom Scott, for example. He was born in obscurity, of Poor Parents, and in a Coun- ty Tavern - which you were not, Thank God - worked his way through Life, and was the Greatest Man of his Day, Respected and Feared by all. Died with Honor and worth $200,000.00 by his own Energy. You are made of Material that is 2nd to none and have the ability to make your Mark in the World. Go on, my Son, avoid and shun as you have always done, the accursed Cup and be very careful of your associates. Hold your Head High and you will be an ex- ample for many to follow. I have no Fears for you. Hop- per and Elwood both Drunk last night in the Street - Muss- es nearly every night at Farry's. (I let them alone in their Glory). Most every day somebody wants to know when we have heard from you and I am glad to say to them - `Every few days we hear from you and you are doing well.' Pony is not Home today for the first Sunday in some time, he having been changed yesterday to stop nights at Point Pleasant. Mary is at Billy Miller's, his Wife hav- ing presented him with another Boy. Nobody Home but your Mother, the Colonel, Jack Hartly and me, so you see our Family is dwindling away through the Affairs of Life. We heard from Meggy last week. She too is worrying along 110
JOHN NICHOLAS DISBROW and has a hard row to Hoe with us. Lib was Home last Sunday and Jack stays with us for a while till his School begins. Lou and the girls keep well. Your Mother and Lib was to Uncle Jack's last Sunday. The Wheat, Corn, and Rye and Potatoes look well, also the Grass but Apples scarce - no Peaches. Straw- berries have been very fine and planty, Cherries ditto. Old "Black Betty" White was Buried today. Oh! I said Lou's girls were well. I forgot Jennie has the chicken pox - No Danger. And on the blank back page, in another hand - Dear Uncle: We are all well and send our love. Grandpa has told you everything and all I can tell you will be about Grandma's chickens. She sent 40 chicks and 24¢ per lb. for 46 lbs., which came to $11.04. Taking commis- sion and freight off, she got about $10.00 clear. How was that for high? Take care of yourself and write soon to Eddie * * * A little more than a year after this last letter, John Nicholas died in November 1882. Despite his dark forbodings as to his imminent demise in all these letters, "Mother" had already preceded him to the grave in April of that same year. But now let us return to the little family who liv- ed over the Notions & Confectionery Shop at the corner of Main and Fountain. [...in Belmar] 111

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