I have been visiting
Matilda Nagle, and even that old reprobate, Newcome, who got a
terrible shaking in his last nefarious adventure. Matilda is doing
remarkably well, and her boy is quite bright and intelligent. Half
a dozen cases of sickness in my two charges have kept me from
writing, especially as one was a case of infection. Haste ye back
to all your warm friends here.
Yours very faithfully,
HUGH ERROL.
The last was a stuffy envelope addressed correctly to Mister Eugene
Coristine, in the hand of a domestic, Tryphosa probably, and contained
some half dried flowers, among which a blue Lobelia and a Pentstemon
were recognizable, along with a scrap of a letter in large irregular
characters.
_Derest Eugene_--Wat makes you stay sew long a way. This is meter
as Pol sed to Petre put on the gridel and take of the heter. A lot
more flours are out in bloome like the ones I send with my love so
dear fete have been in the creke sints you went a way I think that
pig is sory she made you go now the chilren granpa sed to me to
rite you to come back for a smok.
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