
Another month commenced and am greatly in hopes we are to have some fine weather to
make up for the nearly 40 days rain we have had. At all events the month has opened
well. A lovely bright, hazy, warm, fresh autumn morning. I got yesterday the bundle
of papers including "Critic" and was much interested in the review of Crawford's
"Kalevala." Also in the "Tribune" article on what New York is doing in the way of provision for
her insane—this is a live issue with us here at present and I forwarded the
article with a letter to Honble A.S. Hardy (Provincial
Secretary) recommending that we do something of the same sort. In the
afternoon came McKay's "November
Boughs"—for which many thanks, I like it well
and if I had not seen the other should have thought it
quite perfect, as it is I like your "N.B." with the limp
cover best. Horace tells me that Musgrove is to leave on Sunday or Monday morning. I have written
Ed. Wilkins and will have him leave here by 11.40 train Sunday
morning. He will reach Philadelphia about 8 a.m. Monday. I shall give him full
directions to your house and letters to you and to Mrs Davis.
Still no word from Wm Gurd—looks as if he has had an attack of agraphia—inability to
write—confound the fellow he promised to let me know every few days how he was
getting on and has only written one letter in 2½ weeks. All well here had a big
crowd of young folk at the house last evening (All-Hallow-E'en) telling fortunes,
dancing &c &c great fun

