My darling mother, your precious letter has this moment reached me, and oh how much it has comforted me, I am so thankful to hear you say that you will come, I had so much feared your N. York friends prevail on you to stay with them until spring, but thank Heaven, the blessed privelege [sic] of your dear society this winter will be mine--and dear mother will you not bring all of our darling precious Eddie's papers with you, all that you do not have to give up to the publishers; and his printed works too[;] there is so little here, that can be obtained of his--the "S. L. messenger," "Literary
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