He still enjoyed his favorite exercise, riding on horseback, and took great pleasure in his grandchildren. In spite of his extremely busy life he had always found time to write to his children—were it only a few affectionate lines. Two notes to sister Julia lie before me.
Continental, Philadelphia,
April 13, Sunday.
Darling Dudie,—Journeying homeward from Washington I was obliged to lie over here by sick headache, which, however, is passing away.
I have seen dear Sumner, who lies stranded for life I fear—a magnificent but mournful wreck.
Washington is looking beautifully in the full bloom of spring. It is not cheering to leave it for the cold and still wintry north, except when one thinks of the sunlight of dear faces and the warmth of loving hearts.
Love to Michael.
Papa.
Glen, Sunday, Sept. 7th, ’73.
Darling Dudie,—Already I miss your sweet company and genial sympathy very much.