78 John Bachman. 



have no opportunity. It is one o'clock in the morn- 

 ing so good morning. Love to all. 



Your affectionate husband, J. B. 



P. S. Perhaps it was to humble my pride, that 

 when I opened my trunk this morning, I found that 

 my best coat was not packed up in it, and, as J had 

 rubbed the parsons, last year, about their " Blue and 

 Linsey Woolsey " coats, it was no small matter of 

 fun to them to see their President coming out in 

 the old blue-back pretty well worn, and tolerably 

 woolly from Kunhardt's blankets, which I had 

 wrapped around me on my journey to keep off the 

 cold. However, as it was, there was something ven- 

 erable in it : the cuffs and the lining, at least, were 

 new. Besides I have heard of those of my cloth 

 who were in a worse fix than I was in to-day. Can 

 you laugh off' mortifications? My paper is full. 



Monday. The Seminary will be located at Lex- 

 ington. J. B. 



At the close of this year (1832) his beloved and 

 only sister, Eva Dale, was removed by the hand of 

 death. The loss of her only daughter severed the 

 strong link that bound Mrs. Jacob Bachman to Lan- 

 singburg. She willingly, therefore, acceded to the 

 wish of her son that she should pass the rest of her 

 days under his roof, and in the spring of 1838, he 

 went North to bring her to his home. 



LANSINGBURG, May 27th, 1833. 



To MRS. BACHMAN: I have written to you every 

 thing that I could recollect, and that 1 thought 

 might interest you ; but a man can always find some- 

 thing to talk about with his friends and a husband 



