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I have been quite sick and weak again since I wrote last. Why you never told me you was so sick until your last letter I pretty near know it though without telling. Times are about the same I believe and sugar is down to ten pounds to the dollar pork flour apples and potatoes [illegible] [illegible] up. The Post Master died on Saturday evening and the funeral is to take place tomorrow Wednesday. He had been afflicted with asthma for some time and took [illegible] fever which terminated fatal. He leaves a sorrowful childless widdow. Nothing new as usual do you think Congress is going to do any good. Please accept the love of all and write often To Your Affectionate Mother, Sarah F. McLean