This letter was written by Henry Jewett Comstock (1806-1887), the son of Anselm Comstock (1762-1745) and Elizabeth (“Betsey”) Jewett (1771-1860). In 1834, Henry married Mary Peters Loomis (1808-1887), the daughter of Jacob Loomis (1772-1833) and Jemima Risley (1777-1860). Their children were Jane Amelia Comstock (1838-1914), Martha Adelaide Comstock (b. 1841), Caroline Goodspeed Comstock (1843-1865), and Helen Josephine Comstock (b. 1847).
Henry wrote the letter to his sister-in-law, Martha A. Loomis (1812-18xx) who lived with her widowed mother in Andover, Connecticut. He mentions “the doctor” in his letter who I believe was probably Dr. Jacob Osmyn Loomis (b. 1802) — an older brother of his wife Mary.
Addressed to Miss Martha A. Loomis, Andover, Connecticut
Sweden [New York]
August 18, 1846
Dear Sister Martha,
I received your paper last Saturday and was very glad to hear once more from you. I have half an hour to write before going to Mr. John Rodeouts’ funeral. He died rather sudden with consumption yesterday morning.
Hope you and Mother will arrange your affairs so as to come and spend the winter with us. We have things now quite comfortable ad it would be a great pleasure for Mary and me to once more see you here together. Do come. You must come. Shan’t take no this time. Milo must get married next week and then you and Mother put right out.
We are all well here. Mr. and Mrs. Reed called on us a few days since and they will tell you all about matters and things. It was very dry when they were here. Since then we have had two first-rate showers and things are starting up with new vigor. We had a good crop of wheat this season. Shall have six or seven hundred bushels. Shall thresh it next week.
Mary’s eyes have got well. She thinks it cured them having a tooth pulled. My health has not been so good for ten years as has this summer. Jane says I shan’t write that she has got a new bonnet.
Bye the bye, Jane and Martha went with me to the caravan yesterday — weren’t they pleased. And this morning we all went down to the corner and saw them go along. The music car had five span of matched horses and they had a pair of the largest sized elephants just ahead [and] about thirty wagons behind, which made a great display, I assure you. And the way they will take the quarters at Brockport today will be a caution. We went to Bergen Horners. — H. J. Comstock
Martha, this is no letter and I can’t think of anything that I want to say. Those notes asre in my account book and I think I shan’t sign them. The doctor sent me a paper last week and I shall write him this week. With regard to my coming to Connecticut this fall, it is next to impossible. But if you and Martha do not come out here, I shall see what can be done about leaving hime.
But I do insist on your coming here and spend the winter with us. I must go. Mary and Mother and Jane & Martha send their love to you all.
My best love to you now and forever, — H. J. Comstock
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