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Have you been made acquainted with your Cousin Mary Williams's children Mary & Lucy Barber who live there on the Street - Cousin Mary was a peculiar fine spun delicate sensitive generous noble hearted pious girl - when quite young She was married to Charles Barber who I should judge from what I have heard was as different from her as light from darkness a hypocritical miserly cold hearted cur. Her sensitive lovely nature sunk under his cruel treatment - she became insane- and died. Her daughter Mary Barber I thought was a very lovely girl I wish you'd become acquainted with her

You will wonder why Ardelia and Mary should both choose such companions I can tell you in a word they were both Rich and your uncle William his sisters and his mother (who was then living) thought that property was every thing all in all 
Well- you wont want another lesson upon Genealogy this time I guess.
   There have been a good many cases of small pox in Brownville it has been in 3 or 4 different Families here in the village.  But Lucy has I see written you all about it. About you coming home we do want to see you very much indeed. But if you have got a right good chance there I suppose you ought not to give it up for any trifling consideration (I dont mean that the occation is a trifling one) but that you must try & pull every string to make them let you come & be gone a fortnight & keep your situation if you cant do anything else cannot you get someone to supply your place in your absence
  About my going back with you I should enjoy it very much but I have'nt got the fix for it nor the money to bear my expenses
 I do hope that I shall go there some time perhaps there will be a way in a year or two when they get the Rail road made to Bangor
 Mrs. Lee started off as it were alone to Templeton when she was most ten years older than I am good night my Dear Son A.M. Metcalf