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But here I am on the last page! Please pardon me if I have wearied you by revealing so much of the sentiments of my heart; but it seems so good, occasionally, to bring forth the heart's treasures, & present them to those who seem to have thoughts & feelings conjenial with my own. Does not my friend think so? Oh! Mr. Kendall, I couldn’t help laughing at the idea of “your looking unclear- cross? enough to eat one up”. I think if that idea is true, you must have changed in your looks very much since I saw you, but I do verily believe, if I should meet you unexpectedly, I should be unable to recognize you!! I am quite sure I should if you do not still retain that same pleasant face that you did three years ago! I would like very much to take a peep at your face & judge myself of you looks. Tell your little brother, if he assumes the title of Judge, he must be quite sure he is correct in his judgement. I am very glad you seem prospering so well. But what are you going to do with that great Farm? ---

    How did you spend Thanksgiving day? Happily I hope. Mary came home the Evening before Thanksgiving day, & all our family met here together, for the first time since my Dear Father died (about eight years ago) on that festival day, & I need not tell you, it was the most pleasant one since. But there were two vacant seats. A dear father, & companion of my Mother, & that fair young Bride, & companion of my brother whom we laid away in the old church yard, no more to see on this Earth forever, were still fondly remembered in the hearts of all of us on Thanksgiving evening. Just three years before, from that evening, Br Chandler took the hand of that beautiful Bride & claimed her his own, & his looks told, that happiest hour was not forgotten. My Uncle, & a brother of Br Tyler’s spent the day with us also, making the number sixteen. Mary returns to Walpole next  Tuesday. She wishes me to give her respects to you, & to tell you she intends to answer your letter, soon after her return to Walpole. I commence teaching again next Monday, where I taught in the Autumn, & board with my sister. I cheerfully give up my anticipated pleasures visiting this month, & try to think it is all for the best. But I must bring my lengthy epistle to a close, for it is three o’clock & my sister is expecting us there to tea to-night. We are all well excepting Charlie. Our family wish to be kindly remembered to you. Hoping that you will favor me with a letter very soon. I remain Your affectionate friend  A.J. Reed