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The night before Thanksgiving at the parsonage, Nov. 26th, 1859.

Dear Sarah,

If you could see the lots of good things that are on the table and see Mother as busy as a bee, not making [?] to be sure but stuffing the turkey. O, wouldn't you wish you'd been invited up to our house. Sometimes in my life I have seen an old picture of the night before Christmas. The old woman is very busy making a huge plum pudding and serving it [?] in a canvas? bag which seated on a chair with its [?] paws? on the table is are old eat? evidently [?] waiting for his share of the good things. Whilst underneath was this beautiful poetry King Solomon, he a pudding did make a pudding did plums? he hid it [?] in a canvas bag and stuffed it well with plums? row this is almost a ?? of the night before Thanksgiving in this house but instead of it being a pudding it is a nice fat turkey. What are you doing tonight Sarah? Is the [?] in your room sitting on that chair by the [?] side trying to look into your face but can't be-cause it is so nicely shaded by the books. I'de knock them down if I was [?] there. [?] you glad I'm not? What is he saying Sarah? Nothing soft or sweet I hope? Not yet anything, about me