
I still remain about the same, & with nothing to write about in the way of my
improvement, or any thing else—but I thought you would want to have a word.
Your letter of last Sunday came all right. The paper has also come. I am no
worse—& continue to live on hope—fortunately I have
been stocked with a good plentiful share of it. It is pleasant weather here, though
hot—we have frequent rains—We have had one to-day, about an hour ago,
but now it is very bright and pleasant—I am going to try to get out a little—
So good bye for this time, dear son—I hope to write more of a letter next time.
Walt.