March 17, 1865 pg 6

dashing of the foam." -- You should
be here today to appreciate that second
line. Such a wailing, howling,
screeching, as the wind makes through
this old house and the ancient
trees, with the occasional dashing
of the rain against the window
panes, is well worth listening to.

July the wind is a grand old
musician, and he whistles "over
the hills and far away" in an
inimitable style.

Miss Betsy Gardner is here visiting.
You should hear the old lady compli-
ment my playing and singing. She
beats you in the delicate act of
flattery, and what makes hers more
desirable, it is all sincere.
Oh! goodness! how it pours hail stones,
I must watch them, so you can
stand one side and if I have any
thing more to say. I'll say it some other time,