Your letters are a delight, and one I could not have, and you as well, you know.
"Since you are at Cairnhope--how strange that seems--pray go and see the old church, where your forefathers are buried.

There are curious inscriptions, and some brasses nobody could decipher when I was a girl; but perhaps you might, you are so clever.

Your grandfather's monument is in the chancel: I want you to see it.

Am I getting very old, that my heart turns back to these scenes of my youth?
"P.S .-- Who is this Martha Dence ?" "DEAR MOTHER,--Martha Dence is the farmer's daughter I lodge with.

She is not so pretty as her sister Jael that is with Miss Carden; but she is a comely girl, and as good as gold, and bespoke by the butcher.