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Maple Grove Wednesday Eve. Aug 22nd 1860 My dear good husband. I have just sung our darling Eddie to sleep, and he is now far away in dreamland. I wish I could tell you that he is quite well, but I cannot do that and tell the truth. He is not very unwell -, is playing and frolicking from morning till might, Still he has a unclear and has had since we left Laporte. He is no sooner now than he was then, and I don't think he is any better. His appetite is pretty good but I am very careful what he eats. Tonight I put a flannel arounds his bowels and gave him some brandy and I hope to find him better in the morning. He likes New England Seasons very much apparently - finds many new things