I confess to feeling not a little disappointed at not being able to call on you to-day as I had arranged. But Mr. Frye, my driver, was called away at the time I had hoped to ride over to your house; and then the horse and carriage had to be shipped to-day for Boston. We leave dear, quaint old Concord, tomorrow; — sooner than I had expected; but shall be glad to get settled. My son will be here tonight. The Doctor never had such a job before as getting the house ready for me.

Wish I could have drank out of my sainted Mother's cup once more. But all is well, for my Father is at the helm Please remember me with gratitude and love to yourselves