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St. Moritz, 15th Sept. 1869.

solemnising, but the air is wonderfully invigorating and exhilarating. The hotel accommodation is of the plainest kind, and the food (excepting bread and butter and milk etc,) not inviting but to the somewhat ravenous appetite which one gets from being out in such high air - The honey is particularly delicious, to those who like honey, and forms one of the staples of Swiss boarding-house tables.

But I must say, the best honey I have ever eaten was made by bees on the white-clover fields in Chester Co. Penna,,- not far from Gorham's present residence. I remember well the old Englishman who owned said bees; how he used to handle his bees and was never stung by them, and how his wife venturing to do the same was stung through veil, gloves, stockings &c &c. One of the striking features of the landscape in this high valley is, the profusion of the wild flowers which grow all over it, from the daisy, the Aconite, the Arnica in the lowland, to the tiny little "Linea borealis" which flourishes only amongst rocks, half-way up the mountain-tops, to the "Edel Weiss" which grows in spots difficult of access and which, consequently, the Tyrolese lovers present to their sweethearts as evidence of courage, strength and devotion.

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Johnny, in company with a couple of gentlemen, went last week to the top of the highest mountain in this region (10,000 and more ft.) up and down on foot, had a magnificent view, and came home as brisk as a bee.

Mary unites with me and the children in best love to Ma and yourself and all the brethren and sisters and cousins. I wish we could hear from you oftener. Always most affectionately yours

F. W. Sargent

Winthrop Sargent Esq.