ABSTRACT
Jlfolenga's Town, March 13th, 1888.-Much has transpired since n1Y last letter. I have several sheets by me, all written, but happily they are now out of date, and I find myself on my way home/ When I heard of my dear brother's death I said, "Oh, to see all at honle again, what would I not give!" not drean1ing that my way would be opened so soon. I had no knowledge of N.'s long, painful illness, and news of his death came like a thunderbolt; but it was graciously tempered by the coming of Messrs. Swan and Faulknor, or I know not how I should have borne it.
