very different from what it was this time last year. The Spring seems quite set in. All the trees are beginning to bud. Although dearest I am very happy yet at times the bright sunshine, budding trees and flowers bring sad recollections to my mind. They make me think of her who has gone and of the many happy hours we spent together. I heard just now a sweet little bird singing that poor Mama has often said she liked so much to hear. I could not help crying. It brought to my remembrance how often when we first came here we heard it on a fine day like this on a large tree in front of our house. Those days are passed never to return. She is now in the enjoyment of eternal happiness and I trust her good advices which she so often gave me may never pass from my mind.