My Dearest Friend

I have rode in the Coaches with Mr. Shaw over Grays Ferry and round by Hamiltons Woodlands over the Upper Ferry home, about ten miles Kiggin says. More beautifull Slaying never was seen. The snow not as with you excessively deep, but enough to cover all the Earth and deep enough to afford a very smooth path and beautifully white as Innocence itself. Yet the sun melts the Snow and it runs from the Roofs and fills the Air with a Chilly Vapour which destroys the Comforts as well as beauty of Winter in this place. How soon a warm rain and thorough Thaw may happen to break all up and make the Roads impossible, none can tell.

Christmas is arrived but I dont hear of T. B. Adams's Arrival at Newbury Port. I hope you have before this: but if you have not dont be anxious. Long Passages very long are very frequent at this season.