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faith. He was as blithe and quick-witted as ever, and his gaiety—patriarch as he is—was positively infections. It is the elixir of his unfailing vitality, I am certain. He has no idea of dying, and is "coming round in the spring, to see if that General has got his pension fixed." So keep the matter in mind.
We have had another strange visitor here—but my letter is long enough for these short days. Adieu.
- Yours,
P.S. Jan. 10—Let me record that two steamboats passed down the river yesterday, and a sloop to-day, though the ice, which has suddenly vanished with the rain, has been dotted with skates for a month.
