
          A very Crow in a Dove-Cot! I spent my Thanksgiving
 Evening "solitary& alone", at Jane Street, but my spirit
 was sometimes with you, & I fancied your dear
 familiar faces, as I have seen them at Princeton! 
 The season has changed, & in some sort, of course, 
 the internal domestic arrangements, but the hearts
 & faces which I knew & loved are without alteration.
 My best love to Mrs. T. [Eliza Shaw Torrey] & the dear girls, & much
 my dear friend to yourself from yr. [your] very affc. [affectionate]
 JC. [John Carey]


 I shall not call at the Med. Coll. [Medical College]
 before Tues'y or Wed'y of next week,
 as I heard you would not return
 to the City sooner.


 More last words!


 I have broken the seal of my letter to say that our
 friend [Henry Parker] Sartwell has written to me for seeds of certain
 Chaenopodiaceae [i.e. Chenopodiaceae] which he wishes to cultivate, & amongst
 them C. murale [Chenopodium murale]. Now I do not know exactly
 where to pitch upon this, but it is all about
 your premises, & I remember plenty of it on a 
 little barren patch in the field where Herbert [Torrey]
 built his Rabbit-Hutch. Please, therefore, to charge
 yourself with a pinch of ripe seed for friend Sartwell.
 It is a pity he should lack so ornamental a plant.
 Speaking of the Rabit [i.e. Rabbit]-Hutch further reminds me to
 beg you will give my love to dear little "Herby".
        