
          it seems as if the Spring had begun to open. Indeed there have not
 been more than two or three days that would be called cold in New York
 this winter, and I often congratulate myself that I am out of the
 way of those nipping North Westers that meet you on a winters
 day as you turn the corner of Chamber St [i.e. Chambers Street] & Broadway & almost
 freeze the blood in [crossed out: veins] your veins. For the credit of my native 
 place however I must allow that if it were not for the trifling
 objections of the climate it would no doubt be the finest place in the world.


 I expect to receive letters from home in a very few days
 by the way of Liverpool as we always look for them
 by the 6th of every month, & I hope to get among th
 rest a [budget?] of news from you. I want to know everything 
 that's going on among you, scandal, small talk & all. I should
 like to take a [lounge?] through Broadway [crossed out: some?] some fine day
 and see all the faces that used to be so familiar to me; but I
 must content myself with a walk on the Boulevards, which to do
 them justice are about worth the trouble of crossingthe ocean, 
 to view the scene there passing on a fine day.


 Rememebr me to all our friends. As I wrote lately to my
 mother I shall probably not write again till I hear from her, tell
 her I am well as usual & hope she keeps good fires & visits a great
 deal. By the way I dare say you will be asked if it was you that 
        