As the twilight of night's fastly approaching & all Nature is hushed in her blissful repose of silent slumber & as I sit by my stand I cannot help thinking of you. So I grasp my never ready pen & try and ans. your letter which was duly recd. & it is not necessary for me to write what my feelings were when I devoured the contents of that [white] winged messenger. But I must say that I think you are real homesick by the way in which you seemed to write & if that is so I think you had better return & make good resolutions never to leave the Green Mountain State again