(seq. 88)

Hartford. May 17. 1869.

My Dear Friend;
I am actually
stealing a few moments to write
to you. Just at this time I am
very busy, the weather is growing
warmer, and I am tired out
with work. Our house is partly
cleaned, and the rest in disorder,
all waiting for time, which is fast
flying. Your last has been duly
received, and found us in the
enjoyment of health. I was sorry
to learn of your indisposition,
but hope in this you have fully
recovered, and that your cold had
passed away. We are now en-