From a letter by Julie to Morris, written in 1846 when she had returned to Brockport and he was in NYC:

“While you have been wandering and toiling in search of pleasure, I have found it in study and occupation and I have been happy. Time has trodden softly, so softly that I have scarcely heard his footfalls; and did not the lengthening shadows and whispering leaves whisper to me that summer was leaving hence her treasures? I could scarcely believe that her gentle mission was accomplished. But so indeed it is, and soon we mortals must look for cold and storms to take the place of soft sunshine and calm twilight. But first shall come glorious Autumn with his gorgeous coloring and rich fruits, we will rejoice in the good and forget the evil.”