"Your pickles and berries came in good order, and were very
acceptable, particularly to my darling Mary. She often thanks
you for them, and is now writing to you, and interrupts me
every minute to hear her read her letter. My father must not
laugh, and say I call my goose a swan; every one allows she is
a charming child. You will not be able to deny her a large
portion of your love, though you have so many lovely ones with
you. She has been an inexhaustible source of comfort to me
since I left you; and, as if she knew it would please us all,
most of her conversation is of home and the friends she left
there. She has a sad cold, but she says she is always happy.
Farewell, dear mother. God bless you all."