He acknowledges receipt of a valuable box of wine from McMaster, and apologizes for not thanking him for it sooner. It slipped his mind from day to day. He was always a wretched correspondent, and at sixty years, has not broken the habit. He gave a bottle to Dr. Mygott, the family physician, who declared it to be the finest he has ever tasted. He thanks McMaster also for his letter. He mentions that their family is almost all gone, with only three remaining. Most of his own children are dead. His family is in about the usual health. His people, after his last winter's illness, sent him for a trip to Niagara and down Lake Ontario, and the St. Lawrence River to Tadousac Bay, returning by Quebec, Montreal and Albany. He may possibly be called to eastern New York by business, and will look up McMaster. The trip is uncertain however. McMaster's Aunt Elizabeth wishes to be remembered, and her daughter Mary acknowledges with thanks the gift of a copy of Dante, from Mrs. McMaster. Their brother Crawford McMaster is still in Indiana, Goodland, Newton County. He is a good, devout and self-sacrificing man. His object had been to make a home for father and mother in their declining years, and after their death to make a retreat for brother E. D. McMaster . The death of his parents, sister and brother have broken him. Their nephew Gilbert M. McMaster of St. Pittsburgh is in good health. The writer will send as soon as it is published a pamphlet containing a picture of their brother, E. D. :: I-1-n A.L.S. 8pp. 12mo.