My last told you of an hare; Yesterday she was returnd me hither as no Carriage could pass, an I send this to prevent you the trouble of inquiring; We have yet no passage in the Country; no post from North or South since last Wednesday, but hope for one today as roads are cutting thro’ the snow.

The Winter is now calm, the sky clear; the frost severe; and the Glass rising gradually; so that this weather seems to be Set in; and I may perhaps pay you a visit, and return hither before the frost break. I purpose to set out on Thursday, and be in Town on Saturday next if I can and am Joind by my wife in best wishes to you and Mrs. Stephenson. Dear Friend Yours all ways