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believe one word of it - I did intend
writing you lots of news, but am in a hurry
(as usual) and its awfully warm - The
Thermometer at about one hundred -

All of your friends here are just as
you left them - with nothing to disturb
the "even tenor of their ways" - with the
exception of Mr Gow - his family have
arrived and are "keeping house" - one of
his children was buried last week, &
three are at present sick with the
Measles - Your friends here (and you
have many) often speak of you. Dr. Mc'Gran
has three or four Snakes - I don't know
what your friend Cyrus is doing -
but he has us doubt some fine specimins

I sing the "Old Elm Tree" often, and as
often think of you - it is my favorite,
decidedly - "Dreams" is very beautiful - but
I can't do it justice -

Enclosed you will