climate under heaven. I wish this horrid September were over. I am glad I have not a young daughter at home coming out to me. It would be morally wrong in the first place that I should have such an article, but I should be particularly sorry on her account.
God bless you, my dearest sister!
This is put up this 9th September; at which date we are all alive, much to our credit.
I certainly should like to see you now and every day.
, –There are no ships going, so it is a perfect farce to begin a letter to you; and a great English ship which was reported at the mouth of the river a week ago, everybody says in a melancholy tone, has got into the eastern channel, as if in this part of the world it could get into any other channel. Never- theless, the grand result is its total disappear- ance. I dare say it is dead of the cholera.
However, we are doing—I may almost say we
