“Dear Brother,—According to your request, I take the pleasure of letting you know that my wife was brought to bed Friday evening with a girl, and is finely, thank God. Our mother pays great attention to her: she’s very finely, have a good appetite, and looks healthy. My wife’s doctor say he thinks it possible she may live these seven years. Mother takes so much notice of her money I durst not think of removing it. I’ll order and send the certificate against the time. I suppose you are got through the stock business before now.
The other side is the copy of whatever mother said on New Year’s day, and insisted on me to write.
[This is a copy of quite incoherent rambling.]
