that I have one who shares all my sorrow. There is indeed no life so happy as a married life. A vessel from England came in yesterday and a namesake of yours has come out in it and has brought letters for you, one of them from your uncle. I forget who he said the others were from. I send them by Mr McDonald with this letter. Mr McLean came up with the letters today and I have asked him to come back to dinner. I must now my darling conclude for I expect Papa home immediately and I must get the table covered. I shall write on Monday by the mail. I send you a hundred kisses. You say every hour seems a day