I wish to write to you now to tell you that my eyes are almost well. Miss Mott says that you will feel uneasy and anxious to know. I was very blind when Miss Mott wrote her letter. I have just begun to read and write again. Oh, how happy you will be to hear that I can see again! I thought how you would pity me if only you knew how blind I was. Miss Mott held me in her arms all the time I was not asleep.
Miss Mott told me that you visited a great many blind children and they felt of you because they could not see you and they had heard of you before you came to see them. Oh, how sorry I felt for them that they could not see you!
I wonder if it snows where you are. It snows here today, and I love to see it snow. The flakes are almost as large as the palm of my hand. They look so beautiful falling upon the green leaves of the chestnut tree in front of the parlor windows. The leaves are bright green. They have now a beautiful green edge.
My dear father, if you were here now, oh, happy, how happy, I should be!
Albany, Oct. 23, 1846.
Oh, my dear father, how glad I was this morning when Miss Mott handed me your letter! I kissed it over and over again, and when I read it, oh, happy, oh, how happy it made me! It was such a dear, sweet letter. Why, my dear father, how can I forget you when we talk about you every hour in the day? Oh, no, my dear father, your little Rosa can never forget you. Then I have so many of your dear letters, and you tell me how you love me.
Miss Abigail and Miss Lydia are very much delighted with your last letter. They thought Mr. Sanderson wrote me a beautiful letter, but it did not come from my dear father, although he calls himself my oldest brother. Do you know that, father?
Miss Nash says that she is very much obliged to you for your love to her, but she says she wonders how you have any love left for her when you send a whole heart full to me.
My dear father, you say that you show my letters to little girls. Why, father, I did not think that you would show them. There is something private in them.
Father, you say that you dreamed that I did know you when you met me; I did not smile or look pleased. That was very strange for you to dream that I did not know you, for I shall know you if I only hear you say "Rosa," even though you would speak to me in the dark. I do not dream. I sleep so sweetly. I do not remember what I think when I am asleep, but Miss Abigail says she can give me her dream as an offset to my father's dream. She dreamt that she (-- scan illegible for a few words --) some company and you would not shake hands with her for some time. After awhile you put out your hand very indifferently and spoke coldly to her. But Miss Mott says she doesn't believe in dreams. Do you, father?
Miss Lydia desires me to give a great deal of love to you. This is from your loving little daughter,
1870 United States Federal Census Year: 1870; Census Place: Rochester Ward 7, Monroe, New York; Roll: M593_969; Page: 340B; Family History Library Film: 552468
"United States Census, 1880," index and images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M6C4-DP4 : accessed 27 Jul 2014), Rosette E Sprague in household of Nathan Sprague, Washington, Washington, District of Columbia, United States; citing sheet 132D, NARA microfilm publication T9.
1900 United States Federal Census Year: 1900; Census Place: Washington, Washington, District of Columbia; Page: 4; Enumeration District: 0047