This letter was written by Louise Ellen Ferrell (1820-18xx) to her brother Timothy King Ferrell (1813-1856). They were the children of Capt. Timothy Ferrell (1777-1860) and Marana King (17xx-1839). Louise informs her brother that she has assumed the responsibilities of her mother — who died 31 July 1839 — in the care of the family.
Timothy King Ferrell married Adelaide Delpush Spalding (1822-1913) on 6 January 1842 in Bureau County, Illinois. In the 1850 Census, the family was enumerated in Indiantown, Bureau County, Illinois.
Louise married Joseph A. Brown (1820-18xx) on 19 June 1844 in Palmer, Hampden County, Massachusetts. I believe Joseph was an agent for the Palmer Company which was engaged in the manufacturing of printed calicos.
Addressed to Mr. Timothy K. Ferrell, Providence, Bureau County, Illinois
17th June 1840
My dear brother T.
Several weeks have slipped past since I received your very kind letter. I intended to have answered it immediately but something has from day to day prevented my writing. You do not know my dear brother how much I have to do. Since the death of our beloved Mother, I have had the care of the family and it takes my whole time. We do need our dear Mother very much. It has made a very great change in our family, her being taken from us. We talk often of your coming hime in the Fall. I hope nothing will prevent your coming. If you come, perhaps I will return with you if you will let me.
Our dear Father gets along very well with his work. Charles is now at home. Mr. Steven and Mariana are with us. I believe they have nearly given up the idea of going West. Uncle Daniel thinks he will not go out before fall. He has been quite sick and still is miserable.
Bugbee has moved to Warren [Massachusetts]. He is well and rides as much as usual. Lydia Billings was published to James Gamwell last Sunday. They are to be married the first day of July. “Now laugh Tim.” The rest of the girls are about as usual, none very near getting married. The Browns stay at home all the while, very much engaged in business, I suppose. Frank Blanchard I seldom see and so it goes. We live on and hardly see any of the young people from one month to another. They are all as stupid as they can be.
I should take a little more pains with my writing and give you a better looking letter, if I was not in such haste. I leave for Boston this afternoon at two o’clock and it is now eleven and if I do not write fast I shall not be ready. I made up my mind this morning to write to you if it was not more than ten lines, so I shall send you this bad looking short letter and promise to write you again very soon and give you a long, nicely written letter. Do write often. Tell us everything you and think. Fill your paper full for you know it takes some time for a letter to go and it makes a long time before we can hear from you. Pa has commenced a letter to you but was prevented from finishing it. He says he shall write you soon and he is very much pleased with the “Harrison” papers you send him. Do you hear from Mary & Mr. King and George often?
Do write soon, my dear brother, for we are very anxious to hear from you. Pa with the sisters and brothers join with me in sending love to you.
Accept this horrid looking letter with the best love of your affectionate sister, — Louise E. F.