OE Kenny From West Newbury 1843

“West Newbury
April the 12 1843
Absent Friend,

It is indeed natural to us to wish and to plan, and it is merciful in the Lord to disappoint our plans and cross our wishes. I confess I have been negligent in writing, I have set time after time to write you but something would happen to disappoint me. Do not think I have forgotten you, believe me. There is scarcely a day passes but what I think of you as well as my other Hampshire friends. The many acts of kindness you all have conferred upon me which I hope ever to be grateful.

I am at the present quite ill, have the Douloureux in my teeth and head, also pain in my side and stomach. Have not been able to finish (?) for 3 weeks, am bloated considerable. Am taking a new kind of medicine for the dropsy, which the paper stated would cure the dropsy. The ingredients are these: 1 half pound of white mustard seed, 1 handful of horseradish root, and two small garlic’s steeped in one gallon of Holland gin. Take one tablespoonful three times a day before eating. My mode of living is quite simple. I EAT NO KIND OF FOOD WHATEVER, NOR FRUIT, BUT LIVE ENTIRELY ON MILK. Can drink as much new milk with nothing in it as I wish. Although I have not been taking this about a week I feel as though I wanted salting, this method of living has cured the dropsy when all kinds of medicine has failed. I am determined to give it a fair trial. I verily believe it will not hurt me like the poisoned calomel if it does no good.

I suppose you have heard that I have changed my name. Mr. Kenny is well; we board with Miss Pillsbury: she is very kind and obliging, she is a real mother to me. Perhaps you will not thank me for writing about one that is an entire stranger. I merely wish to let you know that I find real friends among strangers.

I want to see you more than pen can express. I wish to know how you do where you are and how you enjoy your mind. I have heard there has been a revival recently in Pittsfield and Barnstead, dear H. are you not enjoying it, also? Oh, I trust you are. How many times I have thought of the happy meetings we have had together, the many hours we have spent in each other’s society. Can those days all be forgotten? No, methinks your heart will respond with mine and say there is reality in religion although I do not enjoy my mind so well as it is, my privilege to my mind is unstable; am too much allured with the vain things of earth. Could I see my own heart as God sees it and realize how fast time passes, how I must give an account for every moment, I should shrink beneath the burden and cry ‘Lord have mercy on me.’

I may not long have a place in this world; the messenger of pain and disease are daily sent to inform me that I am mortal. Experience is the best school: if we did not suffer with pain we should not know how to prize our health and the use of our limbs. It is by our sufferings we learn to pity and sympathize with others. Afflictions do us good as they make us more acquainted with what is in our own hearts and thereby promote humiliation and self-abasement. Yes dear friend, you have been deeply afflicted by being bereaved of a kind and valuable friend. In his last days life must almost have been burdensome; he is now freed from all suffering. I hope and trust [he] is now possessing all happiness. Dear friend I trust the Lord has favored you with an habitual sense of the wisdom and propriety of all his appointments, that when his will is manifested by the event, you are enabled to say all is well. I fear your patience will be exhausted in reading such an epistle, barren of ideas. I therefore forbear writing more on this subject.

THERE HAS BEEN SOME EXCITEMENT ABOUT MILLERISM AND THE COMET HERE but not so much as the cause of slavery. There has been one or two FUGITIVE SLAVES LECTURING in the place. They have SET FORTH SLAVERY AND THE AWFUL ABOMINATIONS OF IT IN ITS TRUE LIGHT, AND MANY OF THE PEOPLE HERE BEGIN TO SEE AND FEEL THAT IT IS AN AWFUL SIN TO HAVE PARENTS TORN FROM THEIR CHILDREN, HUSBANDS SEPARATED FROM THEIR WIVES(?) AND SOLD IN BONDAGE AND MANACLED IN CHAINS, BEAT AND BRUISED BY THE WICKED SLAVEHOLDER. THIS IS NOT THE RULE OUR SAVIOR LAID DOWN. WHEN WILL SLAVERY BE ABOLISHED?

I had almost forgotten to mention Abby’s name: she and her family are well. Her baby grows nicely; his name is Albert. She has got a very pretty house. I should think she might enjoy herself as to this world’s goods and even to meetings, for they are very near and (?) have her choice.

Asenath and family are well. If you can read this you will do well. If you cannot, just run down and I will read it for you. Please answer this if you think it worthy of your notice. Nothing would please me more than to have you and Dolly Lougee jump into the stage and come and make me a good visit. Give my respects to all inquiring friends.

Yours with respect,
OE Kenny”