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dance in her halls, I fancy low sweet melodies gush from her full heart. And then too when the full moon looks lovingly in upon her I fancy hers is a charming home from the Fairies. I wonder if "Culprit Fay" fell in love with her silver voice & angelic beauty. Ask Mary perhaps she can tell. I imagine that stately Mount Grace occasionally unbends her queenly Majesty & listens affectionately to the evening song of her fair daughter.-- I too "love babling brooks & hills & trees", & am thankful to you for your talk about Mt. Grace & Grace Brook & for the fairy visions it called up. I like to have you love such things & talk of them but I want also you should love our home even if no mountain towers above it & no babling brook goes dancing along near it with its "endless laughter". If it is the best home it is in my power to give you it is not wise for me to find beauties there & contentment & love, & if we try can we not make it dear to us both. Understand me dear wife if you think there is any other place where in our present circumstances we can make a more desirable home & can get the means to obtain home comforts & health I want you to use the utmost freedom in telling me so, for I am as anxious as you possible can be to give you the best possible home, & , I am equally anxious that our home shall never again be made on the prairie unless you desire it & think you an be contented & happy there.