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Chicago, and out to Jefferson beside calling at Bernsen? and Utica. perhaps you will think that was rather more than a Sabbath days journey. Well it refreshed me not with =standing and I came down to dinner feeling almost well. I wrote a few lines to M, this morning and that took me out to Jefferson. I went there just as they were getting break =fast = Oh! how dreary it looks there, the leaden hue of this leaden sky is resting on everything. I can hardly think that when the warm summer sunshine comes things will brighten as the used and yet I know they will. The weeks that are past and the present presses hard upon us but I try to look away there where every one is so cheerful and kind I begin to live again yet I cannot forget M's discouraged face and Mothers restless unhappy one. M sings about her work though not as much as she used but her songs are all patience and resignation, very seldom a strain that sounds