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The friends of Mr Irvin is in hourely expectasion of hearing awfull news.
[?] was to be fought between young Irvin and a Prentice of New Orleans. The
[circumstances?] is this. Mr Irvin the son-in-law of Henry Johnson and formly of Mr
[illegible] Clays had an important law suit in the above place. Mr Prentice was the —
[word missing] on the other side so in his speach before the Judege he unfolded Mr I ca[word obscured]
[word(s) missing] was very black. Mrs Irvin wrote to her step son in this place to come and
[word(s) missing] the insult. He did go, and were to fight last saturday weeke. The results
[word(s) missing] of been hear by this.

There is a telegraph line from any of the Estern citys to this place
When you arive in America you can let us know it in a few minutes
wonderful is it not? I scarce know what I write Theodora and Anna
are making such a nois around me with their blocks making [word missing]
and knocking them down again. I have to submit to it to keepe them [in-]
doores. Grand mama roume [room] is the center of gravity with them
Paulina, and Liz are at school. I wish you could see Bob and his family
after tea all in the dining roum, a table in the center El[word missing]
at the table with her back to the fire Bob at her left and I on
right [word(s) missing] the peano and the next two learning their lesson
Theodora and Anna play with thear papa a while and then Hatty
takes them to the nursery When we retire to my room to evening
prayer your brother dose not accompany us to my great sorrow. I never
ask him I know when he feels like it he will do so I hope to see him
join him [his] family in devotion before I am caled from this life. I am
thankfull for the conversions already in this family. You must [name]
what tune you like, that Mary may learn it, to play for you
when you come. Mr Brinnan is here to night I told him I was
writing to you. he then sayed send his respects to you, and if you
ever tuch the shore of Ireland to give it one salute for him.
Mary will be twelve years old tomorrow, March 1st All send you love
I am alooking more of your jurnal daly, I shall write to you once
a month at least May the Lord protect you

Your mother

B. Sloan