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                                                                                        New York City, Sabbath, June 1, 1851

Dear Sister Lucy

        I suppose you expect me to write to you whether I have anything to say or not.
I wrote to Eliab from Montague, perhaps though I mailed the letter from somewhere else. In Boston I did little but to look after and order there Grave Stones. I think I have got something pretty nice, something that will look well. Nicest of Italian Marble, 4 in. thick - double thickness 24 in wide and 48 in high above socket stone.
 I staid at Montague one whole day and two nights, it being quite rainy. My Friend and former head Alfred R. Field lost his wife a fortnight since. She had been sick all winter of Consumption. A beautiful, very intellectual and accomplished woman. She was an Allen, a neice of ? Ett. Allen, formerly of Bangor. She lived with them in Bangor years ago. A splendid woman. Left two small children, perhaps 4 yrs. and 12 mos. or less. Friday I came to Hartford, spent several hours there it is a beautiful City. Found very little prospect of anything being done in this season or at present at least on the Hartford & Fishkill R.R. upon which I had the promise of a situation.

So I came on to New York City. Friday Evening. And stay over Sunday. Yesterday among other Sight seeing I wandered over to Jersey City and called upon Jonathan Billington & wife [left-hand side]Dear Lucy do be especially careful of your health. You are not enough so. Were you not sick the morning I left. Almost every well person would be after your supper. If you did not perceive it in yr feelings, it must much injure you and prevent your getting well. Do be a good girl, write for your Mother to come down and follow her advices, only more so. Get Well.