Yours affectionately,
Isaac.
Boston, Mass., January 15, 1847.
My dearest Wife,—There is now every prospect of my getting off to-morrow. I may not reach the Brazos till the middle of February. Colonel Totten left on the 12th for Mexico, and I shall without doubt serve under his immediate direction. Eighteen officers of engineers are either in Mexico, or on their way thither.
I trust I shall get a few lines from you to-morrow before I sail, as otherwise a month must pass before any tidings reach me. Do not fall to write quite often to me at the Brazos. I shall not object, you know, to find a dozen letters, more or less.
To-day I dined at Mr. Eben Dale’s, a nephew of aunt Cummings. Cousin Charles Stevens dined there also. He designs going this evening to see the Viennese dancers. I wish you could see them. Everybody is charmed. Whole families go, children and all, and to-morrow there is to be an afternoon exhibition for the particular benefit of the children.
I will write you again before I sail.
Affectionately yours, Isaac Stevens.
Boston, Mass., January 19, 1847.
My dearest Wife,—It is now ten o’clock in the morning, and I shall in an hour take my departure for Mexico.
We have a fine vessel—good officers and crew—and it is a charming day.