We have been in despair my dear cousin, ever since the news reached us of cousin Jeffs loss on the journey. I trust it is not a very serious one to him, but it is a dreadful thing for us. we had all written long letters by him, letters which we would not have trusted to the mail which we would...

Although we have been nearly a fort night in Richmond, I have nothing to tell you my dear cousin that is worth inking my fingers for; Virginia I suppose has given you full account of the ball, and except on that occasion we have never gone out but to return morning calls.—certainly we have had...

Uncle William leaves us tomorrow, & I must steal a few minutes from him (though half afraid) to scratch you a line my dear E.—I have nothing very particular to say after all.—Mama’s cold has mended since you left, & her cough is not now very much increased by it. she misses you dreadfully...