“I am an ungrateful wretch in not writing you before to-day. My conscience has been upbraiding me these ten days past for delaying it. I hope this will find you and your two Annies all as well as I wish you. My spirits have been as dull and cheerless as Winter's gloomiest days. What has the world to do with, or who cares (take the mass of mankind), for the feelings of others ? Am I right ? Happiness attend you.”
R. TANNAHILL.