"We do not go to market here for fruit and vegetables. We just open the gates to the garden and orchard, and bring in all the potatoes, cabbage, turnips, pears, peaches, apples, and whatever else we may need. We have been very busy paring apples; and besides that we have a lot of fruit in jars that we are going to take home to Buffalo. The preserves will be nice in winter. "We met with a wonderful piece of good luck at Richmond Hill. The Gibsons have got an enormous copy of the Pilgrim’s Progress,—as big as a family Bible, published in London, and all the pictures are quite different from those in our own. O, what grand times we had looking at all the pictures! "When night came on, we girls took our turn and read ’The War in the South’ in the ’Daily Toronto Globe.’ How our eyes did glisten as we read many parts of the news! "We will leave this house to-morrow after an early breakfast. One of the sons will drive us to Ingersoll railway station. We have now seen the whole family,—all the Gibsons. We never knew that there were such fine people in Canada. We are all so very glad that the Lord directed our young feet to this place. "We must now close our letter with much love from everybody, and we are, our dear papa, your most loving daughters, "—— and —— Lincoln." We got home to Buffalo once more all right, but that grand visit made a very great impression upon our hearts and minds. I have attempted to place a few sketches of it before my kind and indulgent reader, but Oh, dear me! if I were to write down all that I could write about that famous visit it would fill up a whole book. Perhaps I may return to the subject again. Soon after our return to our happy and pleasant home in Buffalo, I received the following letter from Tom: "NEW ORLEANS, La., October, 1864. "Mrs. Beulah Lincoln,