Describes attending the Edwards family's Christmas party. Transcription: Master [John] Edwards are discovered seated at a table, attired a la Indian, engaged in a game of whist, which proceeds with much gravity, only being diversified with an occasional triumphant yell. Answer ?ǣIndian Rubber. ? Some four or five others followed, each being highly successful. Blind man ?s buff and other Christmas sports followed; among others, a paper bag filled with sweet-meats being suspended, one among the company being was blindfolded, and suppled with a stick, and [unclear word] made three blows at rando
Describes attending the Edwards family's Christmas party. Transcription: Master [John] Edwards are discovered seated at a table, attired a la Indian, engaged in a game of whist, which proceeds with much gravity, only being diversified with an occasional triumphant yell. Answer ?ǣIndian Rubber. ? Some four or five others followed, each being highly successful. Blind man ?s buff and other Christmas sports followed; among others, a paper bag filled with sweet-meats being suspended, one among the company being was blindfolded, and suppled with a stick, and [unclear word] made three blows at random, until a chance one burst the bag, and a general scramble took place for its contents. The Christmas tree was lit up, and punch, (of Pasterfamilias [George Edwards] concoction, and of excellent quality) went round. Songs were sung, and toasts given; [James] Parton giving ?ǣThe English Army in the Crimea, ? and [Jesse] Haney proposing me as ?ǣOur Saxon friend. ? They were all kindly people, the girls pleasant-looking the children happy and frolicksome; Old Edwards the very bean ideal of the English ?ǣfather of a family. ? Not till 2 o ?clock did we turn out into the damp, drenching streets. 26. Wednesday. An Hoboken stroll with Sol Eytinge and W. Waud, or rather with the latter, (for Sol dropping into Banner ?s bar-room, remained there till our return.) The day was as cold as though the icy wind blew from the very heart of the frozen north, and the Hudson all ruffled with foamy waves. They dashed and brawled among the piers and shipping with a blusterous, confused roar, suggestive of terrible seas and ships going down in the Atlantic. Letter writing continued. 27. Thursday. Down town, to my room &c. Another letter from Mr [Joseph] Greatbatch. He thinks of ?ǣbuying out ? a grocery Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 7, page 188, December 25-27, 1855 . 25 December 1855. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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