"This morning we have been not a little amused by the tyro efforts of our little son, now 13m 15d old to run alone. He made his first experiments last eve. and now with tottering step crosses the room. He is a sweet child and is improving every way. But he fills not up the vacancy occasioned by the departure of our blessed Mary. I can never feel as I have felt towards children. The gloss is rubbed off by that blow which withers my heart like grass and burned it up like an hearth..."

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