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Nice, Dec.11,1877.

savory beyond all experience. It is not the custom, I suppose, in this country to eat roasted little piglings: at least I have not seen such a dish since we lived at Gloucester, nearly 100 years ago it seems to me. But I have a very distinct recollection of its being very good and juicy. 

I think I remember Gloucester, as it used to be when I was a child, very accurately:- our house, the back-garden, and the larger garden blow, and Corporal Trim on the garden pump; and Grandma's house, and her wood-shed, and the showerbath which used to stand therein; and the town-pump opposite with its iron handle against which I put my tongue one winter-day and blistered it thereby, as if the iron-handle were red-hot: and Aunt Judith's house; and Grandma Haskell's house; and the powder-house nearby; and the hill behind it, on which I was lost one afternoon, and how Pa came and found me wandering alone and disconsolate; and the wharf; with its stores all mildewed, and the "Hill", and the light-house and "the Fort" &c &c &c. I shall never see the place again, I trow; the journey and the voyage are too expensive, and the leaving of wife and children, all of whom need my presence here,(at least I fancy they do, which amounts to the same thing,) render it almost impossible that I should cross the water. But I love you all dearly, and - if it were possible to make distinc-tions - you especially. I am growing old too, grew hairs are upon me, and I know it; I am as thin as a herring out of season; and I have a thousand cares and worriments.

[[edit mark]] John - who had spent the summer, or most of it, at Capri, on the Bay of Naples,painting,- spent a month with us here lately, but has now returned to Paris. He is a good boy, and gives promise of success as an Artist. Mary and Emily (Violet is sound asleep) send best love to you, and I am always your affectionate brother.

F.W.Sargent.

Mrs. Moses Low, Newburyport,Mass.