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joy we welcome this dish every Saturday afternoon. So
you see we do not starve. We have found so soon
cooks to quarrel with, no worthy matron to [rex?] but
every-thing is carried on in the most peaceful & pleasant
manner. "Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith
than an house full of sacrifices with strife." But
you will please send me the price of those things
I brought up and of all other that you send.
Here is a list-- Pot of sauce-- crackers-- Butter & cheese-- Ham--
four doz eggs-- apples-- one pie & bread-- As we are out
of crackers & butter I will send the box & bag, a little
else you think best please send. This warm
weather brings on the work I suppose by in a three-
fold proportion & plenty to do this & that. This, as
"old Nick" says, is no place for farming-- nothing
but a few gardens. Dr Woods has a "lot" planted about
three rods long & three two wide & his asparagus bed
is six feet by three. Every thing without looked very beautiful.
The grass is so green & the trees in blossom. But I promised
you a "view" from my window in my last--

Tis a lovely evening: wearied with the labors of the day
You seat yourself at the west window and the gentle
breezes waft the [secret?] perfume of flowers to you. Just
beneath the window are the cherry trees all white with their
blossoms, among which the hummin bird has all the
day long been regaling himself. These form one of the finest

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