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Whitesboro, Monday eve. Dearest Sister

  How do you do this cold, wintry weather? Does the chill winter air ever enter your snug little study and cause your head and teeth to throb with pain? Oh Sarah! how I wish you could see our baby: he has such beautiful, bright, black eyes and such a sweet voice when he is good but just now he is screaming as hard as he can scream, don't you wish you could hear him? Now he is as quiet as ever taking his supper. It was only a sudden squall, and lasted but a minute. he was hungry, poor fellow. He is generally very good indeed. When we sing him to sleep, he sings too, and today when we put him in the cradle and rocked him without singing to – Mr. Farnham called and I was interrupted in the middle of a sentence. he has gone now and I resume my pen to converse a little longer with my sisters. I was going to tell you how baby sang himself to sleep. The song was aah aah aah ? a tune I cannot discribe quite so well but I rather think it was on the minor key. It was very pretty music I assure you. I wonder if Henry can make as good on his violin. We wash him in the morning and rub him at night, and he does enjoy it so well, even when he is crying, (he does cry sometimes) he will stop and begin to crow if, we will only rub him The sleighs glide along merrily now and I hope that as soon as the weather becomes settled and we have first rate sleighing, Elizabeth will be able to pay you a visit and bring her "treasure" with her. dear babe, I know he would like to see his Aunt Sarah, for he loves to see a pleasant face, and