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  Dear Son

I will write you a line or two any how—(it is so long since I have written any thing in an envelope)—Pete if you was to see me to-day you would almost think you saw your old Walt of six years ago—I am all fat & red & tanned—have been down in the country most of the summer, return'd​ the past week—feel real comfortable for me—only I am still paralyzed left side, & have pretty bad stomach troubles still at times—but thankful to God to be as well & jolly as I am—

 

I am all alone in the house to-day, & have had a good time—fine bright warm day—been out twice for short walks, (my little dog accompanying me)—rest of the time up here alone in my 3d story south room—done up & sent off my two books to a subscriber in England—Eat my dinner alone, wished you could be with me then, & for a couple of hours, if no more—Pete your papers all come regularly, & I am pleased to get them—About coming on I cannot say now, but I shall come, & before long—Love to Mr and Mrs Nash—Love to you my darling son, & here is a kiss for you—

WW