Congress having, at last, adjourned it gives me a moment to acknowledge your letter of the 8th of May last—This I would have done sooner but I was waiting information from home, of what had been done, if any thing, with my the studs, before I could reply to this part of your letter—I am still...

I have given to our Dear boy the blessing and kiss of his Dear Uncle, who is without doubt one of the kindest and greatest of men, this letter was enclosed in one of the kindest letters of condolence to my Father, and left, unsealed for me to read if you had gone to Arkansas—Oh my beloved Lewis...

The within letter was recd, with the paper I now enclose you, from my friend Trist—It is his desire that the short piece marked, might appear in the Nashville Union—he is a man of sterling worth—a pure Democrat, who by a combination of Whiggs, has been cruelly traduced, & persecuted, to have...

I hope soon to have a breathing spell, in which to write to you—My victory will be such as never was seen before: no, not even at New Orleans.—Great as the confidence of my friends in my character may be, they even cannot form the remotest conception of the strength of my position. How it defies...

My brother, Mr Trist, has suggested to me that you might possibly read with pleasure a little work on the Abolition Question by a lady of this State—a copy of which I had lately sent to him. It is, we think, worthy of praise for it’s mild and christian spirit, it’s correct statement of facts, and...

On my way to the Steam boat at Baltimore, yesterday morning, I called at the post-office, where I found your kind passport to the confidence of your friends in the Southern country. I do not expect to have any time for making acquaintance with any body in my route; but I shall feel more...

Your letter of the 13th ultimo, came safe to hand, giving me the pleasing intelligence of your happy meeting with your dear Elisabeth & of her presenting you with a fine son, and your honoring me with his name—for this signal mark of your kindness & respect I tender to you my grateful...

Off the Banks of Newfoundland. Three weeks at sea. Dismal weeks of incessant sickness & suffering. Let no one talk of sea-sickness who has not felt it in it’s horrors—it’s weakness, it’s helplessness, it’s utter prostration of all power bodily and mental. O long days & weeks of giddiness ...

Very busy with my preparations for departure. Saturday March 30th, we visited the two great Artists, Mulready & Landseer, than whom there cannot be two persons more unlike. Mulready is a large, full-faced, middle-aged man, somewhat brusque and something of a humorist, complaining in a tone...

We dined yesterday with Mr Davis in Spanish Place with a set of old Indians. A yellow-faced General Somebody half deaf & half tipsy; A doctor, in shape and movement like a huge turtle; A Captain who seemed a cross between a Spaniel & a Donkey, fawning as the one, dull as the other. There...