Mr Harriet. H Greenough.

My dear Friend: Your kind note has done me a real service. While I early learned to regard you as one of my silent friends and almost invisible friends who could never be indifferent to anything affecting me for weal or for woe—I might have journeyed along down my tide of time without knowing the fine quality of your interest, but for the touching incident you have now related to me of your precious little grand daughter. Why bless those dear Children—they have been a pleasant picture in my memory, ever since that pleasant evening. If I have any regret in the matter of getting a note from you—it is that the dear little daughter has suffered one moments pain on account of any thing said or done on that occasion—for I am not at all conscious of any rudeness on the childs part toward me. They seemed to me sweet, refined and yet natural in their deportment worthy [illegible] of their Mother and Grand Mother. I was a stranger to them and could not expect them to be quite as free with me or with the venerable and loving Mr Sophocles to whom they clung—as Mrs Moshers dear children cling to me